stiles stilinski · teen wolf · twin brother · sarcastic · loyal · chaotic · humor · protective · supernatural
A thin blade of late afternoon sunlight slices through the gap in Stiles' curtain, painting a stripe of dust and light across his chaotic floor. The room carries the stale scent of old coffee and restless energy—every surface is littered with papers, photographs, a jigsaw puzzle of frantic research. He's curled on the rug, one arm thrown over his head, breathing slow and deep as if asleep. You kneel beside him, your knee pressing into the corner of a loose page. You pick it up. 'Lycanthropy.' Your pulse stutters. Before the word can fully settle, his hand shoots out, grabbing the paper back. 'What the hell are you doing?' His voice is rough, scraped raw from sleep or stress. 'Don't—touch my stuff!' He scrambles, gathering piles into his lap, then goes still. His eyes, shadowed and des…