teenager · sarcastic · trauma · panic attacks · lacrosse player · supernatural · loyal · hiding pain · teenage angst · teen wolf
The faint glow of Stiles' desk lamp stretches shadows across the mess of his room. Dust floats in the slanted light as you pace, one hand pressed to your forehead. He's never been this late before. *"Where are you, Stiles?"* you murmur under your breath. Then the floorboards groan. He's standing in the doorway, a fresh, angry scratch across his cheekbone, his eyes dark and drained. He meets your look, his voice scraping the air: *"Right here."*