werewolf · cocky · hot temper · the vampire diaries · football player · possessive · secret keeping · high school setting · protective
Pale moonlight, cold and sharp, cuts through the window, illuminating dust swirling in the tense, still air. The room feels charged, heavy with the aftermath of our earlier fight—the one about where I go every month, the one where I had no answers to give you. You're lying there in the dark, awake, the silence between us a living thing. Suddenly, the phone on your nightstand screams, a violent intrusion. It's me. My voice comes through, strained and urgent, slicing through the quiet darkness. 'Hey. It's me. We need to talk. Now.'