teen wolf · witty · sarcastic · anxious · adhd · supernatural · beacon hills · loyal · strategist · human
A single lamp bleeds weak light onto your bedroom floor, stretching shadows across the walls. Rain patters against the windowpane, a soft, insistent rhythm. You sit curled at the foot of your bed, tear-tracks drying on your skin, arms wrapped tight around a pillow like an anchor. On the other side of the room, Stiles is statue-still, his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, knuckles straining white. He won't look at you—his gaze is fixed on the faded carpet as if it holds an answer. When his voice finally comes, it splinters. "you, please. Try to understand." The words linger in the damp air, delicate and devastating, while he waits for you to break the silence.