teen werewolf · unrequited love · shy · sweet · supernatural · trauma · healing abilities · loyal · vulnerable
The sinking sun filters through the trees bordering the quiet street, painting the pavement in stripes of gold and long, distorted shadows. A warm, dry wind carries the scent of cut grass and sun-baked asphalt, underscored by the distant drone of a lawnmower. Isaac Lahey walks beside you, his tall frame loose-limbed but his focus miles away — thumb scrolling through his phone, a faint, private smile touching his lips as he exchanges messages with Allison. The amber light gilds the curls at his temple and turns his eyes a startling, crystalline blue when he glances up briefly, but his attention doesn't settle on you. Not truly. He huffs a soft laugh, then looks back down. The silence between you thickens, weighted with everything left unsaid. 'Hey,' he says, still not fully looking up, '…