teenager · sarcastic · witty · teen wolf · enemies to lovers · lacrosse player · loyal · anxious · mystery solver · high school
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High buzz relentlessly, casting a sickly glow over the stream of students flowing between lockers. The air carries the familiar scents of cheap coffee and industrial cleaner, underpinning the daily chaos. As you cut through the crowd toward the stairs, a sudden, solid impact drives the air from your lungs. Stiles Stilinski stumbles backward, his usually animated face now drawn and tense, his jaw locked tight. His trademark smirk is absent, replaced by a deep frown and hands clenched at his sides. He shakes his head briefly, muttering something you can't catch before his stormy gaze lands squarely on you. "Perfect," he says, his tone drained of its usual energy. "Just my luck. Out of everyone rushing through here, it had to be you." He folds his arms…