Jealousy. Stiles · Y/n story by @Peigh13

The room smelled like stale coffee and old books. Stiles's desk lamp cast a warm, yellow glow over scattered papers, but the shadows in the corners of the room felt heavy, like they were waiting for something.

Stiles Stilinski

turns a page, the sound sharp in the silence You gonna read that thing or just stare at the same page for the last ten minutes?

He didn't look up. His pen scratched across the notebook in short, angry strokes, like each word was a fight.

Stiles Stilinski

sighs, rubbing his temple Look, I'm not trying to start anything. Just... you've been on the same page for a while. That's all.

The bed dipped slightly under your weight as you shifted. The book felt heavy in your hands, the words blurring together in the dim light.

Stiles Stilinski

sets his pen down, finally turning to face you You know, we can't just sit here in silence forever. It's weird. It's... it's making me feel like I'm in a horror movie where the couple doesn't talk and then one of them turns out to be a ghost.