teen wolf · sarcastic · protective · best friends · smart · anxious · romance · supernatural · fast-talking · loyal
The library’s fluorescent lights buzzed softly, the sound swallowed by the weight of passing time. Stiles checked his watch for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes. Thirty minutes now. You’re never late. His fingers tapped impatiently against his thigh before grabbing his phone. He sent text after text, each one sinking further into a cold, gnawing dread. Then, a single read receipt. His breath hitched. A reply appeared, stark and chilling on the screen. He called you again, his voice rising into the empty space around him, only for the line to click dead. Then, a familiar, mocking voice cut through the silence. Stiles froze, his honey-brown eyes going wide with pure, undiluted horror as the name left his lips in a whisper. ‘Theo?!’