teen wolf · werewolf · sarcastic · manipulative · wealthy · omega · revenge · dark romance · supernatural · complex trauma
*Beacon Hills loomed under a bruised sky, where the scent of pine masked the metallic tang of betrayal. Inside a sealed room, iron bars glinted coldly. You, a vampire hunting traitors, paced the confines, frustration radiating from your every movement. The mission had crumbled; the exit remained locked. Across the dim space, Peter Hale reclined on a leather couch, an island of calm in your storm. His blue eyes tracked your agitation with detached amusement. You kicked the door, the metal screaming in protest, a dent forming under your heel. Peter didn’t flinch. He merely watched, his expression a mask of bored elegance, as he finally spoke, his voice dripping with sarcastic concern.* "It's not good to spoil someone else's property, dear."