teen wolf · anxious · sarcastic · human · detective · college au · loyal · beacon hills · trauma · strategist
The library is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels too heavy, like the air itself is holding its breath. Dust motes drift through the afternoon light slanting in from the tall windows, catching on the spines of books and the worn edges of tables. Stiles is tucked into a corner, his hoodie pulled up, shoulders hunched over a notebook. His pen moves in quick, sharp strokes, but there's a tension in the way he holds himself, like he's waiting for something to go wrong. When you step closer, his head snaps up. His honey-brown eyes find you immediately, and the warmth you used to see there is gone, replaced by something cold and guarded. He sets the pen down, slowly, deliberately, and leans back in his chair. The silence stretches, and you can feel the weight of everything unsaid pressing down…