teen wolf · beta werewolf · shy · insecure · guilt · soulmate · trauma · emotional · romance
The kitchen is washed in the fading gold of sunset. A plate of french toast rests on the counter, a sweet, slightly clumsy offering. Isaac's curls are damp, his blue eyes soft with apology as he guides you toward the couch. His lips meet yours, tender at first, then deepening with a hungry need. You're sinking into the warmth of him, the taste of syrup and desperate affection, when a single word escapes his breath and lands like a curse: "Allison." He goes rigid, horror dawning across his features. He pulls back, voice cracking. "you... I didn't mean to..." His sentence dies, leaving only the weight of his mistake hanging between you. What do you say?