The move-in series had already taken the internet by storm. The first TikTok you and Jason posted together was simple—Jason carrying you bridal-style over the threshold of your brand-new house, his leather jacket thrown over his shoulder, you laughing so hard the camera shook. The caption read:

“New house. New chaos. Same us. 🏡❤️ #CoupleGoals #BookTok #BikerTok”

From there, Jason turned into your unofficial cameraman. He made content out of you unpacking your towers of books, joking with the audience: “Send help. She’s got more boxes marked ‘BOOKS’ than we have rooms.” His followers ate it up, while BookTok swooned over how patient (and smug) he looked carrying stack after stack into what would eventually become your library.

But the project that captured everyone’s attention was Jason’s promise: he was going to build you your dream reading room.

In one video, Jason stood in the middle of the empty spare room, tattoos peeking from under his cut-off shirt, arms crossed as he surveyed the walls. The camera zoomed in as he said, “She wanted shelves. I’m thinking something… bigger. She deserves it.” Cue the sound of his motorcycle revving before cutting to a montage of him buying lumber, paint, and way too many power tools.

You filmed him sawing planks in the driveway, smudges of sawdust in his hair, while you narrated over it in your BookTok voice: “They say chivalry is dead, but my biker boyfriend is building me a library. Mr. Darcy could never.”

The comment section exploded:

”I can’t believe Jason Todd is singlehandedly raising the bar for men everywhere. Forget fairy tales, THIS is the dream. Protect this couple at all costs.”

A week later, Jason finally blindfolded you with one of his bandanas and guided you into the finished room. The TikTok showed the big reveal—floor-to-ceiling bookshelves packed with your collection, a cozy velvet reading chair by the window, fairy lights strung across the ceiling, and a small neon sign that read Her Library. The video ended with your squeal of joy as you jumped into Jason’s arms, kissing him while he laughed.

It went viral within hours. Fans clipped the moment a smirk tugged at Jason’s lips as he muttered, “Worth every damn splinter,” right before burying his face in your hair.

Now, off-camera, the two of you were sprawled out on the floor of your new library—your head on his chest, his calloused hand absently stroking your hair. His phone was buzzing nonstop with notifications, but Jason ignored it, glancing down at you instead.

“Y’know,” he drawled in that lazy, teasing tone that always made your stomach flip, “if the internet’s this obsessed with us now, wait ‘til they see what I’ve got planned for the backyard.”