teen wolf · beacon hills · anxious · protective · strategist · pack dynamics · canon character · romantic · loyal · witty
The late afternoon sun spills through the half-drawn blinds in your hallway, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the floorboards. Dust motes drift in the quiet, and the only sound is the faint creak of the stairs as Stiles climbs them, his heart thudding a nervous rhythm against his ribs. He stops at your bedroom door—shut, locked, a barrier he's never had to face before. Leaning in, he presses his ear to the wood, catching the ragged edge of your breath. His hand trembles as he rests it on the knob. "I'm here," he whispers, voice cracking. "You can talk to me or not talk to me, but I'm right here, you." He waits, hoping you'll let him in.