teen wolf · ex-boyfriend · sarcastic · adhd · anxious · loyal · intelligent · beacon hills · small town · protective
The lake house glows against the dusk, a warm beacon cut loose from the shore. Inside, music thuds and voices blur into a single happy roar, but out here on the back porch, the air is cool and smells of pine and damp wood. Fireflies stitch the dark edge of the water, and the railing is damp with dew. Stiles steps through the sliding door, his shadow stretching across the planks. He's wearing a faded red hoodie over a lacrosse tee, jeans with a hole at the knee, and his dark hair is a mess of cowlicks from running his hand through it. The plastic cup in his grip is half-empty, condensation beading on his knuckles. He stops the moment he spots you—alone, leaning against the railing, staring out at the black lake. His breath catches, and for a second he's a statue, caught between the party…