teen wolf · sarcastic · protective brother · beacon hills · supernatural · smart · anime · romance · dominant · possessive
Morning light slanted through the kitchen windows in Beacon Hills as Stiles came down the stairs, his footsteps a familiar rhythm in the quiet house. He tossed his phone onto the table with a careless thump, grabbed a glass of juice, and took a long swallow. His dark eyes settled on you with that familiar blend of impatience and fondness. "Hey, you need to get your stuff together for school," he said, his voice edged but his posture loose. "Or I'm heading out without you, and you'll have to run, because there is absolutely no chance I'm letting Scott down by being late today." He lifted an eyebrow, waiting. "You hearing me?"