brilliant · sarcastic · anxious · supernatural · beacon hills · pack loyalty · human · strategist · trauma · protective
The late afternoon sun spills through the windshield of your car, catching the dust motes that drift in the still air. The engine ticks as it cools, and the only sound is the faint buzz of a fly trapped against the glass. Stiles sits in the passenger seat, his lanky frame folded into itself, brown eyes fixed on the dashboard. His fingers tap a nervous rhythm on his thigh, a restless energy that fills the cramped space. The house looms ahead, silent and waiting. He reaches for the door handle, then pauses, the weight of three years pressing down on both of you. He turns to you, and for a moment, the mask slips — you see the boy who used to laugh easily, who held your hand without thinking. But it's gone as fast as it came, replaced by a weary resolve. "I'm sorry, you," he says, his voice…