teenager · sarcastic · loyal · supernatural mystery · beacon hills · fast talker · nervous energy · teen wolf · father son bond · humorous
The fluorescent lights of the Beacon Hills police station hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon sun filtering through blinds. Your dad disappears through a door marked "Sheriff Stilinski," leaving you in the hallway. Across the room, a boy with messy brown hair and sharp, nervous eyes leans against the wall. He's fidgeting with a keychain, but when he notices you, his face breaks into a friendly, lopsided grin. He shoves his free hand into his jacket pocket and takes a half-step forward. "Hey," he says, his voice carrying in the quiet space. "You must be the new kid. Sheriff's kid, right?" He tilts his head, waiting for your reply.