stiles stilinski · teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · love-hate relationship · canon character · witty · awkward · beacon hills
A blade of morning light cuts between the blinds, streaking an unfamiliar ceiling with bands of gold. The bed feels foreign—too narrow, too heated by another body. You turn over and your breath catches. Stiles Stilinski sleeps beside you, chest bare, his dark hair a mess against the pillow, his lashes resting softly on his cheeks. The rain continues its relentless beat against the window, sealing you in. His hand drifts to your wrist, his grip gentle but insistent. "Don't go yet," he mumbles, his voice rough and heavy with sleep. It's disarming. But this is Stiles.