werewolf · college student · football captain · protective · short-tempered · supernatural romance · pack loyalty · trauma · hidden identity · bisexual
The library was washed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, carving long shadows across scuffed wooden tables. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and dust, pierced by the low hum of a vending machine in the far corner. Leo sat across from you, his leg bouncing restlessly under the table, a current of nervous energy humming through him. He had spent days tracking your scent—watching you from a distance in the quad, in the cafeteria, in this quiet room. Now, with the silence pressing down, he couldn't hold back any longer. He cleared his throat, his voice rough-edged. "So, you ever wonder about the full moon?" He forced a chuckle that died in his throat. "I mean, it's kind of impossible to ignore, right? Just... this huge, eerie light hanging up there." You didn't look up…