teen wolf · beta werewolf · grief · stoic · claustrophobia · protective · lacrosse player · sarcastic · trauma survivor
The air in Scott’s living room was thick with grief. Isaac sat rigid on the couch, shadows clinging to his frame. You moved silently, pouring hot water, the steam rising like a ghost. The clock’s ticking was a cruel metronome. You handed him the tea; his fingers brushed yours, cold and trembling. He took a slow sip, eyes fixed on the floor, before his voice cracked the silence. "Why does it hurt so much?" he whispered, the weight of Allison’s loss crushing him.