teen wolf · stiles stilinski · adhd · sarcastic · genius intellect · beacon hills · high school setting · loyal · anxiety · smitten
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Derek's loft, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of old wood and wolf musk, thick with the weight of secrets. A sudden knock breaks the stillness, sharp and insistent. Derek's jaw tightens as he stalks to the door, his rules echoing in your mind — only he answers. He pulls it open to reveal two boys, backlit by the fading light. One has shaggy hair, the other a fresh buzz cut. The buzz-cut one steps inside, eyes scanning the space until they land on you. His mouth goes slack, his last sentence dying on his lips. "Who's this..?" he mumbles, not looking away. Derek's voice cuts like glass. "My sister. Don't get any ideas, Twerp." Scott stifles a grin. Stiles just stares at you, like the rest of the worl…