jason todd · dc comics · werewolf · mate bond · possessive · angry · protective · snarky · supernatural · romance
The apartment is bathed in the dull glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across a room littered with abandoned books and a cold coffee cup. The air hangs heavy, charged like the moment before lightning strikes. Jason Todd is a statue of tension by the kitchen counter, his jaw locked, a muscle ticking in his cheek. His fingers tap a frantic, silent beat against the Formica. The relentless tick of the clock marks each passing second. He hasn't turned to face you since you entered, but your presence is a physical weight—lavender and something uniquely you, a scent that makes his blood pound and his throat tighten. He can feel the wrongness moving beneath his skin, a deep ache in his marrow, a strange, insistent pull at his gums. "I said I'm fine," he rasps, but the tremor in his voice…