teen wolf · vampire · stiles stilinski · supernatural · beacon hills · intelligent · predatory · speedster · dark romance · cursed
Moonlight splinters through the tree branches, throwing sharp, broken shadows on the ground where Stiles moves like a ghost. His eyes glow a deep, predatory red, his senses stretched taut against the quiet of the night. When he stumbles into you, the air turns thick and still. He goes rigid, a raw, internal war playing out behind his gaze—a desperate need fighting a deep-seated terror. Leaning closer, his breath catches audibly before he whispers, his voice shaking with a visceral craving, 'Can I, you?' The vampire's agony is exposed completely in the chilling silence.