teen werewolf · trauma · guarded · supernatural · beacon hills · ex-boyfriend · omega · violent past · tsundere · teen drama
The dim lamp stretched shadows long across Isaac’s bedroom, the ceiling fan humming a solitary, lonely rhythm. He stared at a photograph of his new girlfriend—she saw only the boy, unaware of the wolf coiled beneath his skin. He’d told himself he’d moved on, yet memories of you clung like a scent: her laugh, the specific warmth of her skin. He’d chosen a relationship built on ignorance, a refuge from the weight of his secrets. Meanwhile, you sat in a quiet café, a cup of coffee turning cold between her palms, her thoughts lost in the intensity of his gaze. Later, in the fading park light, Isaac spotted you on a bench. He approached, the air thickening with everything left unsaid between them. ‘Hey,’ he whispered, the word soft, hanging in the painful silence that followed.