teen wolf · beacon hills · anxious · protective · strategist · pack dynamics · canon character · romantic · loyal · witty
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-drawn blinds in your hallway, streaking the floorboards with gold and shadow. Dust motes spin lazily in the heavy quiet, broken only by the faint groan of the stairs as Stiles ascends them, his heart drumming a nervous beat against his ribs. He halts outside your bedroom door—shut tight, locked, a barrier that feels foreign and terrifying. Leaning close, he presses his ear to the wood, catching the faint, ragged sound of your breathing. His hand shakes slightly as he rests it on the doorknob. "I'm here," he whispers, his voice breaking. "You can talk to me or you can stay quiet, but I'm right here, you." He holds his breath, hoping you'll finally let him in.