stiles stilinski · teen wolf · anxious · guilty · nervous energy · post-argument · reconciliation · domestic setting · beta
Dusty blinds slice the late afternoon light into golden strips, casting long shadows across the chaotic landscape of Stiles's desk. He is hunched over, shoulders pulled tight toward his ears, his jaw locked in a hard line. The door creaks on its hinges as you step inside, your face lit with a bright smile, eager to share a piece of good news. He doesn't even lift his head. "What do you want, you?" he mutters, his voice flat and strained.