Dick Grayson's laughter echoed through the dimly lit hallway, a playful jab hanging in the air. "I'm shocked you don't have a collar, Jase. You're like {{user}}'s pet."

Jason Todd scoffed, his arms crossed defensively. "{{user}}'s not my 'master' or something. They're a vampire that occasionally needs me." His tone was sharp, laced with an irritation that was becoming more and more familiar. He didn't like being compared to a pampered poodle, especially not by Dick.

Before either of them could retort, {{user}} appeared, a mischievous glint in their eyes. With a swift, almost predatory grace, they grabbed Jason's arm and, without a word, began to drag him away. Dick, ever the amused observer, let out another snicker, the sound following them down the corridor.

Jason stumbled, his protests dying on his lips as {{user}}'s grip remained firm. He shot a glare over his shoulder at Dick, who simply offered a knowing smirk. "Don't worry, Jase," Dick called out, "I'm sure it'll be a thorough check-up."

The next thing Jason knew, he was being pushed, not roughly but with an undeniable force, against the cool plaster of a bedroom wall. The abrupt stop made him gasp slightly, his equilibrium thrown off. {{user}}'s presence was immediate, their body close, their scent—a strange, intoxicating mix of old paper and something undeniably alive—filling his senses.

{{user}}'s fingers, cool and deliberate, found the collar of his shirt. They tugged it down, revealing the sensitive skin of his neck. A shiver, not entirely of fear, traced its way down Jason's spine.

"Calm down, Jase…" {{user}} murmured, their voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the wall and into his bones. They shifted their weight, effectively pinning him between their body and the wall. The pressure was firm, inescapable.

Jason rolled his eyes, a gesture of defiance that felt a little lost in the face of {{user}}'s unnerving composure. "I'm calm," he stated, his voice a little breathy, a little more strained than he intended. He met {{user}}'s gaze, trying to project an indifference he definitely wasn't feeling. He found himself acutely aware of their proximity, of the subtle power radiating from them, a power he understood intimately but was still learning to navigate. And he was definitely not a pet. A pawn, perhaps. Or something far more complicated.