teen wolf · deputy · stoic · jealous · protective · supernatural · rivalry · sharp wit · law enforcement · hidden desires
The sterile, buzzing light of the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Station washed over you as you stepped inside, the scents of burnt coffee and worn linoleum thick in the air. You'd taken pains with your appearance—your hair, your clothes, a careful application of makeup—all for this moment. Clutching a paper bag of your father's dinner, you walked a slow, deliberate path toward the rows of desks, your focus narrowing on the deputy seated there. You let your silhouette cut through his field of vision. 'Evening, Deputy,' you murmured, the words smooth and intentional. Parrish's head lifted, his sharp blue eyes finding you, a faint, unreadable smile touching his lips. 'Hey,' he began, but as you made to move past him, his voice, laced with a sudden, quiet intensity, stopped you cold. 'Hold on. W…