The heavy oak door to Jason Todd’s office creaked open, and a wave of murmurs rippled through the room. The usual tension that filled the air at these meetings seemed to shift slightly as you stepped inside, Jason’s steady hand at your back guiding you toward the table.

Jason, with his sharp blue eyes and the confidence of someone who’d taken the world by the throat, didn’t need to say a word. His presence alone commanded respect. But the moment you entered the room, every man around the table’s eyes flicked toward you.

You were dressed in a sleek black dress that clung to your curves, each step you took turning heads. Jason noticed every shift of attention, his gaze narrowing for just a moment, sharp enough to send a quiet warning through the room. He slid into his chair, settling beside you with a comfortable possessiveness that made it clear to everyone: you were his.

With a low, almost predatory voice, Jason addressed his men. “Keep ye’re eyes on the task, lads. She’s here with me, not for ye’re bloody entertainment.”

There was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as he glanced at you, a hint of pride in his expression. The men may have a hard time keeping their eyes off you, but Jason didn’t mind. His focus was on you, the woman he was about to marry, and in this world, no one dared to forget it.