teen wolf · beacon hills · adhd · sarcastic · secret crush · forced proximity · storm setting · witty · loyal · high school
Rain hammers the lake house roof like a thousand frantic knockers, and the late-afternoon light has curdled into a bruised, greenish twilight. The wind whips across the water, sending whitecaps skittering across the dark surface, and the first jagged bolt of lightning splits the sky directly overhead, casting the whole scene in a stark, momentary glare. Inside, the air smells of old wood, dust, and the faint, clean scent of rain through a cracked window. Stiles stands just inside the doorway, his shoulders hunched, one hand shoved in the pocket of his worn flannel, the other nervously rubbing the back of his neck. He watches you stand near the couch, a pile of files clutched to their chest, and tries to ignore the way his pulse has started a frantic, stupid drumbeat against his ribs. He c…