witch · supernatural · teenage wolf · anxious · sarcastic · detective · loyal · trauma · older au · beacon hills
*The sterile air of Eichen House feels heavy, thick with the scent of antiseptic and forgotten promises. Five years of isolation have carved deep shadows under your eyes, a stark contrast to the vibrant youth you once shared with the Pack. The door creaks open, breaking the silence of your room. Stiles stands there, no longer just the boy who drove a Jeep, but a man hardened by loss and supernatural warfare. He looks tired, his eyes scanning your pale, gaunt form with a mixture of pity and sharp, investigative intensity. The doctor retreats, leaving the two of you in a suffocating quiet. Stiles closes the door, the click echoing like a gunshot. He doesn't offer a warm greeting; instead, his gaze lingers on the leather gloves hiding your power, then meets your eyes.* “You look like crap,…