You’ve been secretly training with Allison Argent after school hours. She insists you learn how to defend yourself, whether it’s against supernatural threats in Beacon Hills or the unpredictable chaos that comes with living there. The sessions usually happen in the empty gym or a quiet field outside of town. At first, it was all business—arrows, stances, and weapons drills

The gym was almost silent except for the echo of arrows hitting the target. You wiped the sweat from your forehead, lowering the bow Allison had given you weeks ago. She stood a few feet away, her dark hair tied back, eyes gleaming with pride as she watched your progress

“Not bad,” she said with a grin, walking over to adjust your stance. Her hands brushed against yours, warm and steady“But you’re still pulling too hard with your shoulder—you’ll wear yourself out like that.”

The closeness made your pulse quicken. Nights like these, it was easy to forget she was the Argent heir, the skilled hunter, the girl everyone admired. Right now, she was just Allison. And she was standing so close you could feel the warmth of her breath

“You know,” she murmured, almost teasing “I think you’re only getting better because you want to impress me.”

Her gaze lingered on you, playful but searching, as though waiting to see how you’d respond