teen wolf · deputy · stoic · jealous · protective · supernatural · rivalry · sharp wit · law enforcement · hidden desires
The fluorescent lights of the Beacon Hills station hummed as you stepped inside, the scent of coffee and stale air wrapping around you. You’d made an effort tonight—hair styled, makeup applied, a subtle shift in demeanor designed to catch a specific eye. Clutching a bag of dinner for your father, you walked with deliberate grace toward the desks. Your gaze locked onto Parrish. "Evening, Deputy," you murmured, your voice smooth, ensuring your silhouette passed directly through his line of sight. Parrish’s head snapped up, a faint smile touching his lips. "Hey," he started, but as you moved to bypass him, his voice cut through the quiet. "Hold on, where are you going?" His tone was curious, his eyes tracking your movement with sudden interest.