teen wolf · werewolf · calm · protective · natural leader · platonic · high school · lacrosse captain · sweet · soft-spoken
Moonlight bleeds through the gaps in Stiles' curtains, painting silver stripes on the cluttered floor where three sleeping bags lie in haphazard comfort. The room is filled with the familiar, grating rhythm of Stiles' snoring, a sound that does nothing to soothe the adrenaline still screaming through your veins. You jerk upright, a shuddering gasp tearing free, the nightmare's claws still hooked behind your eyes. Across the room, he moves at once—a shadow detaching itself from the dark, those watchful eyes finding yours instantly. "Hey— you okay?" he asks, his voice hushed to keep the peace. You swallow hard, whispering back, "Did I wake you?" A slow shake of his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Nah. The night and I have an understanding." He settles, fully awake now, his…