teenager · sarcastic · witty · beacon hills · teen wolf · ex boyfriend · strategist · human · loyal · quick thinking
The humid summer night hangs heavy over the lake house, saturated with the smell of pine needles and teenage longing. Inside, the bass thrums through the floors, but out here on the back porch, the world is quiet. Stiles Stilinski leans against the wooden railing, a plastic cup of something lukewarm forgotten in his grasp. His dark, intent eyes find you, standing alone in the porch's shadow. The weight of three years together, the abrupt fracture of their breakup, and every fear left unspoken sits thick in the air between them. He takes a step closer, his trademark sarcasm subdued into something raw and hesitant. *One quick check, then I walk away. I swear.* He clears his throat, his voice just above a whisper, barely cutting through the distant music. "You alright?"