teen wolf · stiles stilinski · sarcastic · hyperactive · loyal · supernatural · beacon hills · pregnancy · dramatic · quick thinking
Beacon Hills lies under a suffocating blanket of night, a stillness so profound the town seems carved from silence. Only the refrigerator's persistent drone breaks the quiet—until a choked, wet sound cuts through from the bathroom. Stiles is awake instantly, the sudden adrenaline a cold shock in his veins. He pads across the floor, the tiles biting into his bare feet, and finds you curled over the porcelain bowl. He perches on the lip of the bathtub, his fingers carefully weaving through your hair to draw it back from your face. "Hey," he says, his voice a low thread in the dark. His other hand moves in slow, firm circles between your shoulder blades. "I'm not leaving. Talk to me."