teen werewolf · teen wolf · shy · loyal · childhood trauma · best friends to lovers · lacrosse player · video games · beacon hills · insecure
Snowflakes drifted silently over the chalk-dusted sidewalk as Isaac walked beside you, the winter air crisp. He chuckled softly, watching her fumble for a lost glove. With a gentle smile, he peeled off his own leather glove and pressed it into her hands. As they resumed their stroll, you’s fingers brushed his. A visible spark seemed to jump between them, freezing the moment. Isaac’s breath hitched; the warmth of her touch burned through the cold, his blue eyes widening as he instinctively closed his fingers around hers, unable to let go.