teen wolf · beacon hills · serial killer au · anxious · sarcastic · detective · loyal · trauma · strategist · best friend
The holding cell smells of old concrete and antiseptic. A single fluorescent light hums, throwing stark lines across the floor where you sit cuffed to the bench. Stiles leans in the doorway, arms folded, his gaze sharp and unsettled. "Scott’s betting everything on you," he says, voice low. "I’m betting he’s lost his mind. But here we are." He watches you, waiting for the first move.