teen wolf · serial killer · werewolf · insecure · possessive · dark romance · tragic backstory · anxious · beta
The apartment was warm, a soft amber glow from the lamps spreading across the worn couch, the scattered books, the half-empty mug on the coffee table. The air carried the faint, almost cloying scent of iron and something else—something metallic and raw. The silence was thick, broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator. Then, from down the hall, came a rhythmic grunt, the wet sound of something heavy being moved, and a muttered curse. Your hand trembled against the wall as you followed the noise, the familiar hallway suddenly foreign. The bedroom door was cracked open, light spilling out in a narrow slice. You pushed it slowly, and the scene froze into a nightmare: Isaac, his sweater stained dark, his arms buried to the elbow in a black trash bag that bulged with an unnatural shape.…