teen wolf · beacon hills · sarcastic · adhd · mystery solving · tsundere · best friend dynamic · supernatural · witty · protective
Dust motes danced in the stagnant air of the abandoned warehouse, illuminated by a single, flickering bulb. Stiles Stilinski paced like a caged animal, his eyes darting nervously toward you. The witch leaned against a corroded pillar, utterly unfazed, her rhythmic tapping echoing like a countdown. Stiles’ jaw tightened, frustration radiating off him in waves. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, glaring at his unexpected partner. 'Great,' he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 'Stuck in a murder warehouse with Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Just what I needed.'