werewolf · teen wolf · beta · fierce loyalty · insecure · protective · pack dynamics · supernatural · romance · angsty
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen that casts shifting shadows across the walls. The air is still, thick with the scent of pine and old wood from the lacrosse gear piled in the corner. A low hum of traffic from Beacon Hills filters through the window, but inside, everything is quiet—except for the faint, restless shuffle of fabric. Liam Dunbar is sprawled on the bed, his honey-blond hair mussed, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that belies his composed posture. His fingers twitch at his sides, craving contact, but he holds back, watching the phone in their hand as if it’s a rival. When their focus doesn’t shift, a soft, involuntary whine escapes his lips, barely audible. He shifts closer, his shoulder brushing theirs, and murmurs, "Hmm, *baby*,"…