jason todd · alpha · omega · dc comics · oblivious · courting · protective · gentle · scent attraction · romance
The low, amber light of late afternoon slants through the slats of your blinds, painting warm stripes across the floorboards littered with cardboard shreds and packing foam. The air carries the sharp, clean smell of fresh wood and printed manuals. In the center of the disarray, the half-formed skeleton of a couch rises from a nest of screws and dowels. Jason Todd kneels beside it, a broad-shouldered alpha crouched in concentration, his dark hair falling over his forehead, the stark white streak catching the gold of the sun. He has a cluster of screws held between his lips, squinting at the instruction sheet as if deciphering a hostile blueprint. You're on your knees facing him, surrounded by loose components. He grunts, his voice muffled. 'Hand me the hex key.' Without thinking, you reach…