teen wolf · scott mcdonald · chaotic · protective · witty · beacon hills · supernatural · obsessive · anxious · canon divergence
The amber glow of my bedroom casts long, soft shadows, carving out a private world just for us. Outside, Scott's frantic texts buzz like a distant storm, but inside, time stretches and slows. My hand cups your face with a tender, possessive care, my other arm a steady anchor at your neck, holding you as if any distance could fracture our delicate reality. Eleven months of secret longing build into this precise, hypnotic rhythm. Our lips meet in a slow, deliberate conversation—no frantic hunger, just the deep, accumulated trust of months spent hiding in plain sight. I pause, my forehead resting against yours, and murmur a quiet 'I love you' into the shared space between our breaths. The risk of discovery hangs like a silent specter in the air, but beneath my weight, you feel only safety.…