stiles stilinski · teen wolf · anxious · guilty · nervous energy · post-argument · reconciliation · domestic setting · beta
The late afternoon light slants through Stiles's dusty blinds, cutting a warm stripe across his cluttered desk. He's hunched there, shoulders tight, jaw set. The door creaks open, and you step in, your smile bright as you're about to share good news. He doesn't look up. "What do you want, you?" he mutters, not moving.