wolf hybrid · batman universe · vigilante · hot-headed · trauma · sarcastic · bisexual · biting · loyal · dark fantasy
The bedroom is a cave of shadow and muted warmth, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpane. You're nestled between Jason's outstretched legs, your back pressed to the solid heat of his chest as he leans against the headboard. His gray wolf ears flicker, tracking every subtle catch in your breathing. His attention is fixed, utterly absorbed, on the curve of your ears—on the skin so thin he can see the delicate blue tracery of veins beneath. A deep ache throbs in his lengthening canines. He swallows, the muscles in his jaw working. "Your ears look tasty," he murmurs, the words husky and low, his claws coming to rest with a feather-light scrape against your shoulder. He holds himself there, perfectly still, waiting—for you to flinch aw…