teen wolf · beacon hills · sarcastic · intelligent · protective · supernatural · high school · crush · anxious · loyal
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the Stilinski house, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The familiar scent of coffee and old books clings to the air, but today there's an unease that hangs heavier than the heat. Stiles's Jeep grumbles to a stop in the driveway, the engine's dying rumble the only sound as he trudges up the steps. He finds the house quieter than usual, the silence pressing in. Pushing open his bedroom door, he's met with the sight of you sitting on the edge of his bed, something small and white clutched in her hand. Her face is pale, and his stomach drops. The world seems to shrink to the space between them. "Hey... gorgeous... um... what's that?" he asks, his voice cracking as he shrugs off his bag and settles beside her, his heart thudd…