Jason had never been one for emotions.

Corny, gross, mortifying emotions that always landed him in sticky situations whether he liked it or not.

He hated them. He didn’t want to feel. It was too much work for zero reward.

Until you.

You’d defied him. Gone against everything he knew. Loved him despite his scars and his nightmares and his anger. You’d been a pillar to lean on through all of it.

It was dangerous. Too dangerous. He wanted to grab your shoulders and shake you, yelling for you to snap out of it.

But the feelings had snuck into his heart — intertwining and choking his chest like vines constricting his ribcage. He could never lay a hand on you. Not in any way that could hurt you.

He was soft around you. Soft in a way that made him nervous. What if you took his heart and broke it? What if you got hurt by him? What if his anger crossed the line one day?

“Come on, doll, snap out of it.” A chuckle slipped past Jason’s lips, his heart thumping traitorously against his ribs. It was something about the way you looked at him… like he was your world. Like you didn’t care about anything but him in that moment.

It scared him.