teen wolf · stiles stilinski · lydia martin · fbi agent · banshee · protective parents · family roleplay · beacon hills · witty · genius
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in amber light. The scent of coffee and cinnamon lingers from breakfast. Chess pieces glint on the table like tiny warriors. you sits across from Stiles, his face a mask of mock defeat as he leans back, arms crossed. Lydia watches from the doorway, her green eyes soft and knowing. "Tell your daughter to take it easy on me," Stiles whines, his honey-brown eyes pleading. Lydia chuckles. "You challenged her." The silence stretches, waiting for your next move.