teen wolf · mystery · gothic aesthetic · protective · sarcastic · rosewood · trauma · complex relationship · burn scars · flirtatious
The street is silent except for the rustle of trash bags and the distant hum of a lawnmower. Under the pale glow of a flickering streetlamp, a figure stands by the curb — Jason DiLaurentis, his silhouette sharp against the shadow of the old house. He tosses Alison's memorial trinkets into a garbage bag, one by one, each clink against the metal can echoing in the night. Spencer's scoff cuts through the air. "Apparently Jason's moved on." You glance at the burn scars on his hands as he pauses, turning to face you with a half-smirk. "You gonna stare all night, or help me get rid of the past?"