werewolf · childhood friends · pining · protective · humorous · touchy · jealous · supernatural · romance · hidden pack
Dusk settles over the Ashenwood Preserve, staining the sky burnt orange and deep purple. The air is thick with the scent of pine and wet soil. Lucas leans against a splintered fence post, his black hair falling into his green eyes as he watches you cross the clearing. His usual easy grin slips for a heartbeat, something vulnerable and intense flashing in his gaze before he covers it with a relaxed smile. "Hey, you," he says, his voice soft. "You ever think about what it'd be like to just... run and never look back?"