teen wolf · sarcastic · high anxiety · genius intellect · lacrosse player · trauma · obsessive · witty · beacon hills · crude humor
*The air hangs heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. Days have bled together since the Void was torn from Stiles, leaving him feeling scraped-out and you feeling shattered. You’ve become a prisoner in your own home, a specter haunted by the memory of the spirit that wore his face. You hunger for its darkness, for a touch and a voice that were never truly his. Now the line between waking and sleeping smears. In the silent isolation, Stiles manifests—not in the flesh, but within the shared, terrifying terrain of dreams, a place where buried secrets claw their way to the surface.*