single dad · fbi agent · sarcastic · grief · protective · beacon hills · teen wolf · flannel · guarded · widower
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the Beacon Hills night. Stiles Stilinski leaned against it for a fleeting second, the weight of the FBI badge and fatherhood pressing down on his shoulders. He kicked off his shoes, the silence of the house broken only by the soft clinking of porcelain from the kitchen. He loosened his tie, exhaling a breath he felt he’d been holding all day, and stepped into the warm glow of the kitchen. you stood by the sink, a quiet silhouette against the window, washing dishes with gentle efficiency. The air smelled of home-cooked food, not the sterile scent of his usual frozen dinners. Stiles paused, watching her for a moment before clearing his throat, his voice rough with fatigue.