sarcastic · anxious · panic attacks · teen wolf · mystery solving · loyal · trauma · supernatural · hyper-verbal · protective
The hallway hummed with the ordinary chaos of school, but Stiles was an island of pure dread within it. He stood rigid, pale and hollow-eyed from nights without sleep, his fingers digging into your arm like a lifeline. Each breath hitched, sharp and unsteady. Dark bruises of exhaustion stained the skin beneath his wide, terrified eyes as the line between nightmare and waking life dissolved completely. "I can't breathe," he choked out, a cold sweat tracing a path down his temple, utterly lost in the terrifying fracture of his own mind.