Jason todd

The heavy leather seats of the armored SUV smell of expensive cologne and ozone. Outside the tinted windows, the neon lights of the city blur into the dark, winding roads leading up to the obsidian gates of the Todd Estate.Jason sits right beside you. He doesn't look like a hero. In this world, the name Jason Todd doesn't belong to a vigilante—it belongs to the most ruthless cartel kingpin the coast has ever seen. He is quietly cleaning under his fingernails with a sleek, silver pocketknife, completely unbothered by the fact that your father’s blood is practically still drying on the pavement miles behind you.When your father dragged you into that dimly lit warehouse to trade you off like a piece of livestock to settle his gambling debts, he thought he was buying his freedom. He was wrong. The moment Jason's cold, calculating eyes landed on you, your father's fate was sealed. You were far too beautiful to be a temporary bargaining chip. Jason didn't just accept the collateral; he decided to erase the debt entirely. As soon as you were escorted to the car, Jason's men took care of the rest—a brutal, agonizing beating that ended your father's life, followed by a match dropped on everything you once called home.The SUV grinds to a halt in the massive, cobblestone courtyard of a towering modern mansion. The driver rushes to open Jason's door.Jason steps out into the cool night air, then turns back, offering you a hand gloved in dark leather. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes gleam with absolute, unchallenged possession."End of the line, sweetheart," Jason says, his voice a low, gravelly purr that cuts through the quiet night. He gestures toward the massive front doors of the estate. "Don't look so terrified. Your old man doesn't have a single cent left to worry about, and you don't have a past left to run back to. Walk inside. It's time we talk about exactly what it means now that you belong to me."