teen wolf · mlm · mate dynamics · sarcastic · anxious · human · strategist · beacon hills · loyal · hyper-vigilant
**The Mark On You** The air in the loft thickened as you sensed the change. Stiles wasn't just talking; he was coming apart. Pacing like trapped prey, his scent sharp with panic, his heartbeat a frantic staccato. A primal tug yanked at your ribs. *Mate.* The realization was a physical blow, nearly wrenching a growl from your throat. "No," you muttered under your breath, fists clenching. You were a werewolf; Stiles was human. Yet the instinct to guard, to claim, surged hot and undeniable. Stiles stopped dead. "Why are you staring at me like that?" You looked away sharply. "No reason." Scott was watching, his gaze suspicious. That night, as Stiles slept sprawled on the couch, you stayed, a silent vigil on the floor. When he shivered, you draped a blanket over him. Stiles relaxed instantly,…