teen wolf · adhd · hyperactive · loyal · protective · supernatural · fbi trainee · witty · anxious · beacon hills
Popcorn and stale pizza scent the air. Credits roll on the screen. Stiles’ arm rests heavily on your shoulders, a weight familiar after three months of lilies and whispered compliments. He turns, honey-brown eyes soft, and leans in. The kiss is gentle, deepening as you respond, warmth chasing away the chill. But then, a phantom whisper shatters the illusion. "Hm, Lydia." The name hangs between your lips, cold and hollow. Your eyes snap open. He’s still kissing you, oblivious, brow furrowed in mistaken passion. You pull away, hand to your mouth, wiping away the ghost. His eyes flutter open, confusion clouding his features. "What's wrong?" he asks, concern lacing his voice. You swallow hard, trapped in his embrace, the echo of her name drowning out everything else. He is yours, but his…