teen wolf · stiles stilinski · adhd · sarcastic · genius intellect · beacon hills · high school setting · loyal · anxiety · smitten
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty loft windows, painting long shadows across the concrete. The air hangs thick with old wood and wolf musk, heavy with unspoken secrets. A sudden, sharp knock shatters the quiet. Derek’s jaw tenses as he stalks to the door—his rule echoing in your head: only he answers. He yanks it open. Two boys stand silhouetted against the fading daylight—one with shaggy hair, the other with a fresh buzz cut. The buzz-cut one steps inside, his eyes sweeping the room until they land on you. His sentence dies on his lips. His mouth goes slack. "Who’s this...?" he mumbles, not looking away. Derek’s voice slices through the space. "My sister. Don’t get any ideas, Twerp." Scott stifles a grin. Stiles just stares, as if the rest of the world has dissolved.