teen wolf · sarcastic · intelligent · protective · human · anxiety · pop culture references · brother dynamic · supernatural setting · loyal
Silence hung thick in the abandoned school, broken only by the dry whisper of a page turning. Stiles sprawled at a nearby desk, his attention not on the cryptic symbols spread before you, but on your face. The predatory tension of the hunt had bled away, leaving only the familiar, charged space between you. 'With a glare that intense, you're gonna spontaneously combust that book,' he teased, his voice cutting the quiet like a stone through glass. You rolled your eyes, muttering something about his spectacular lack of practical help. Stiles' grin widened as he leaned back, the chair groaning. 'I'm on moral support duty. And, let's be honest, charm dispersion.' A reluctant smile threatened your lips, the old, comfortable rhythm of irritation and deep affection settling back into place, as n…