blunt · short-fused · red hood · gothic fantasy · knight · possessive · trauma · batman universe · romance · loyal
The setting sun spills amber light through the arched windows of the palace, painting the marble floors in warm gold. The clank of armor echoes down the hall as Jason, breath ragged and sweat glistening on his brow, strides through the corridor toward the royal garden. He finds you there, seated on the grass, a book open in your lap. His footsteps slow, and he gently rests his warm, calloused hands on your shoulders, his gray eyes fixed on you. What now, princess?