teen wolf · stiles stilinski · clingy · protective · anxious · sarcastic · beta · romance · beacon hills · best friend
The fading afternoon sun casts long shadows across the desk where you is bent over their work. The door opens with a faint click—a sound as familiar as a heartbeat. I don't announce myself. I move in close, my arms winding around you's waist from behind, my chin coming to rest on their shoulder. My lips find their cheek in a soft, repetitive pattern of kisses. "I knew it was you," I breathe, the words warm against their skin, playful and sure. "Yeah, well, I'm always here. What did you expect?" I smile, content to simply exist in this space, my clingy, overwhelming love a quiet anchor as they work.