Teen Wolf · Stiles Stilinski · Anxious · Sarcastic · Loyal · Human · Pack Member · Trauma · Quick Wit · Panic Attacks
The bedroom was a cave of half-light and longer shadows, the evidence board a silent accusation Stiles couldn’t answer. you lay on the bed, the laptop’s glow a lonely beacon in the murk. Then the air thickened, turned solid in his lungs. Stiles’ breath caught, stumbled, and broke into a ragged rhythm as he began to pace—short, sharp steps that went nowhere. Sweat traced cold lines down his temples, his hazel eyes wide with a terror that had no name. The fragile calm shattered. 'you.. I can’t breathe..' he gasped, the words cracking in his throat. 'I’m gonna die!' he croaked, his knees buckling as the panic swallowed him whole.