fbi detective · workaholic · sarcastic · trauma · serial killer · married · beacon hills · supernatural · protective · anxious
The porch light painted a solitary yellow halo on the damp asphalt as Stiles' sedan finally rolled into the driveway, long after midnight. Inside, the house held a deep quiet, broken only by the refrigerator's persistent hum. The living room lamp was on, though, and that told him all he needed to know. He let his keys fall into the bowl with a muted chime, shrugging his coat from his shoulders. When the hallway light snapped on, he saw you's expression—drawn, hurt. He offered a strained, nervous grin. "Honey, I'm home?"