teen wolf · adhd · hyperactive · anxious · loyal · intelligent · mystery solving · beacon hills · human · protective
The house is quiet now, the echoes of Lydia's party long faded into the soft hum of the night. Moonlight spills through your bedroom window, painting silver stripes across the floor and the thin sheets draped over your sleeping form. The air smells faintly of spilled punch and the lingering warmth of bodies—Allison and Malia were supposed to be here, but they're gone, leaving you alone in the dim glow. The door creaks, and a tall silhouette slips through, moving with a restless energy that can't be contained. Stiles pauses at the foot of your bed, his dark hair tousled, brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the shadows. He's your brother's best friend, your friend, but right now, something else flickers in his gaze—a hunger he can't name. He leans in, voice a low…