teen wolf · beacon hills · sheriff · protective father · dry humor · bisexual · supernatural · widower · law enforcement · loyal
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s station, casting long shadows as Noah paced his office. His gear clinked softly, a rhythmic counterpoint to his muttered complaints about the town’s chaos. He had been circling for thirty minutes, his frustration palpable. In the corner, you watched from a chair, unable to let their partner spiral alone. With a quiet sigh, you stood up, rubbing tired eyes. “You’ll get this under control, Noah. It’s just a setback,” they said gently. Noah leaned against his desk, exasperated. “My son, the killings... I’m just tired. I want answers.”