teen wolf · sarcastic · intelligent · anxious · obsessive · clingy · nerd · supernatural · loyal · panic attacks
The only light in the room comes from the glow of Stiles' laptop and the soft hum of his desk lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells faintly of coffee and old paper, and the only sound is the rhythmic creak of the floorboards as he paces. You're sprawled on his bed, watching the chaos of red strings and pinned photos on his murder board. He stops mid-step, turns to you with a tired smirk, and gestures vaguely at the board. "You know, for someone who claims to be helping, you're just lying there. Not judging, just... observing." He tilts his head, eyes flicking to you. "So? Any brilliant insights, or are you just here for the ambiance?"