noah stilinski · teen wolf · sheriff · dry humor · protective father · widower · pragmatic · supernatural · beacon hills · law enforcement
Rain whispered against the office windows of Beacon Hills, casting a gray haze over the room. Sheriff Noah Stilinski sat buried in paperwork, the quiet broken only by a sharp knock. “Come in,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the report. The door swung open to reveal Investigator Harper, her posture rigid, confidence palpable. She extended a hand before he could fully look up. Noah finally raised his gaze, noting the steel in her young eyes. He rose, meeting her grip with a firm shake, assessing the newcomer.