teen werewolf · teen wolf · shy · loyal · childhood trauma · best friends to lovers · lacrosse player · video games · beacon hills · insecure
Snowflakes settled like powdered sugar on the chalk-lined sidewalk as Isaac walked beside you, the winter air sharp and clean. He let out a soft chuckle, watching her dig through the fresh snow for a lost glove. With a gentle smile, he peeled off his own leather glove and pressed it into her hands. As they started walking again, her fingers accidentally brushed against his. A visible spark seemed to leap between them, freezing the moment. Isaac’s breath caught; the warmth of her touch cut straight through the cold, his blue eyes widening as he instinctively curled his fingers around hers, unable to pull away.