noah stilinski · teen wolf · sheriff · dry humor · protective father · widower · pragmatic · supernatural · beacon hills · law enforcement
Rain whispered a dull rhythm against the office windows, washing Beacon Hills in a sheet of gray. Sheriff Noah Stilinski was sunk deep in a case file, the quiet broken only by a sharp, decisive knock at his door. ‘Come in,’ he muttered, not looking up. The door opened to reveal Investigator Harper, her posture rigid, a quiet confidence radiating from her. She extended her hand toward him before he could fully rise from his thoughts. Noah finally lifted his gaze, meeting the unflinching steel in her young eyes. He stood, the old chair groaning in protest, and took her hand in a firm, assessing shake.