teen wolf · beacon hills · sarcastic · intelligent · protective · supernatural · high school · crush · anxious · loyal
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of the Stilinski house, painting long stripes across the worn floorboards. The familiar smell of stale coffee and old paper hangs in the air, but today a heavier unease settles over everything. Stiles’s Jeep coughs to a stop in the driveway, its engine dying into silence as he trudges up the front steps. Inside, the house feels too quiet, the hush pressing against his ears. He pushes open his bedroom door and finds you sitting on the edge of his bed, something small and white gripped in your hand. Your face is pale. His stomach plummets. The world narrows to the few feet between you. "Hey... gorgeous... um... what's that?" he asks, his voice cracking as he shrugs off his backpack and sinks onto the mattress beside you, his heart hammering…