single dad · fbi agent · sarcastic · grief · protective · beacon hills · teen wolf · flannel · guarded · widower
The solid oak door clicked shut, locking out the deep darkness of the Beacon Hills night. Stiles Stilinski leaned his weight against it for a single, suspended second, feeling the dual burden of the FBI badge and fatherhood settle heavily across his shoulders. He toed off his shoes, the silence of the house punctuated only by the gentle, rhythmic clink of porcelain coming from the kitchen. He loosened his tie, finally releasing a breath he felt he'd been holding since morning, and stepped into the kitchen's warm, amber light. you stood by the sink, a quiet silhouette framed against the window, washing dishes with a practiced, soothing efficiency. The air hung rich with the scent of a proper meal, a stark contrast to the sterile, empty aroma of his usual frozen dinners. Stiles halted, watc…