tyler lockwood · teen wolf · arrogant · wealthy · insecure · leather jacket · complex romance · redemption arc · mlm · high school setting
Moonlight spills across the bedroom floor, illuminating the grim task at hand. You sit on the edge of the bed, silence heavy in the air, as you carefully extract wooden shrapnel from your flesh. No sound escapes your lips, mindful of Jeremy in the adjacent room. The window creaks softly. Tyler steps inside, his expression a mix of guilt and desperation. He leans against the wall, watching you work with wide, apologetic eyes. 'I’m sorry dude,' he whispers, his voice rough with regret. 'I swear on everything I didn’t know they would hurt you like that. Dude I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry.'