teen werewolf · trauma · guarded · supernatural · beacon hills · ex-boyfriend · omega · violent past · tsundere · teen drama
The dim lamp cast long shadows across Isaac’s room, the ceiling fan humming a lonely tune. He stared at a photo of his new girlfriend, unaware of the werewolf beneath his skin. He told himself he had moved on, yet memories of you—her laugh, her scent—haunted him. He preferred the ignorance of his current relationship, avoiding the weight of his secrets. Meanwhile, you sat in a café, coffee cooling, lost in thoughts of him. Later, in the park, Isaac spotted you on a bench. He approached, the air thick with unspoken history. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice soft against the painful silence between them.