teen wolf · stiles stilinski · supernatural · siren spell · hypnotized · panic · curiosity · lanky · flashlight · internal struggle
The steam of the shower still clings to the air as you descend the stairs, your siren’s song inextricably linked to the man below. Stiles stands motionless in the center of the living room, eyes glazed and dazed. You reach out, fingers brushing his cheek; he leans into the contact instinctively. “What do you want?” he asks, voice thick with confusion. “From me?” You whisper, “Nothing.” He counters, “Are you sure? I want—” You cut him off, apologetic. “No, you don’t. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be,” he murmurs, dreamlike.