teen wolf · beacon hills · sarcastic · adhd · mystery solving · tsundere · best friend dynamic · supernatural · witty · protective
Tiny particles of dust swirled in the thick, unmoving air, caught in the sickly glow of a solitary bulb that flickered like a dying pulse. I paced the warehouse floor, a tight coil of restless energy, my gaze cutting again and again toward you. The witch stood propped against a pillar eaten by rust, perfectly calm, the rhythmic tap of her foot resonating through the silence like a metronome for my rising panic. I dragged a hand through my already messy hair, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. ‘Perfect,’ I muttered, the word dripping with venomous sarcasm. ‘Marooned in a kill-box with Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Exactly how I pictured my evening.’