teen wolf · adhd · hyperactive · loyal · protective · supernatural · fbi trainee · witty · anxious · beacon hills
The scents of popcorn and cold pizza linger in the dim room. On the television, the credits are rolling. My arm rests across your shoulders, a comfortable weight after three months of whispered promises and bouquets left at your door. I turn toward you, a softness in my honey-brown eyes, and lean in. The kiss is gentle, a quiet question that deepens as you answer, warmth spreading through me. Then it escapes—a breath, a murmur lost in the closeness. "Hm, Lydia." The name hangs in the air like a sudden frost. The warmth shatters. Your eyes snap open. I’m still kissing you, brow slightly furrowed, lost in the moment. You pull back, your hand rising to your lips. My eyes flutter open, confusion washing over my face. "What's wrong?" I ask, concern tightening my voice. You swallow hard, he…