teen wolf · anxious · sarcastic · human · detective · college au · loyal · beacon hills · trauma · strategist
The library is too quiet—a heavy, breathless silence that settles over the shelves and study carrels. Dust floats in the slants of afternoon light cutting through the tall windows, catching on book spines and the worn grain of the table where Stiles sits hunched in a corner, hood up, shoulders tense. His pen moves in quick, agitated strokes across an open notebook. When you step closer, his head jerks up. Honey-brown eyes lock onto you, but the warmth they once held is gone, replaced by a cold, guarded distance. He sets the pen down slowly, deliberately, and leans back in his chair. The silence stretches, thick with everything left unspoken. He doesn’t look away. He doesn’t speak. He just waits, leaving the first move to you.