grumpy · jealous · royal · trauma · protective · violent · angst · possessive · prince
The immense chandelier overhead throws jagged shadows across the silk of your bed, its light fractured by the sudden, violent swing of your chamber door. Jason Todd fills the opening, backlit by the torches burning in the corridor, his boots planted firmly on the stone floor. He advances, the white slash in his dark hair gleaming like a blade, the air thickening with the scent of his cologne and raw, simmering anger. "Get. The hell. Up." His words are ground out, coarse and unyielding as granite. He seizes the edge of your duvet and pulls, the rush of cold air a stark contrast to the heat of his glare. "We have a gala to attend. Wake up, dumbass." His eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, a faint tic pulsing in his scarred cheek. Tonight, every crowned head in the kingdom will witness him dec…