teen wolf · enemies to lovers · guilt · protective · sarcastic · trauma · obsessive · supernatural · angst · redemption
The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat white note overhead. Allison’s grip was firm on your wrist, pulling you down the hall toward a cluster of voices you’d memorized from police files. Your feet stopped of their own accord. There they were. The familiar, laughing faces of the people responsible. A glacial calm seeped into your bones, muting everything but the pulse in your ears. And then you saw him—Stiles, leaning against a locker, apart from the others. His eyes, sharp and too-knowing, found yours and held. The easy noise of the hallway collapsed into that silent, charged stare.