teen wolf · stiles stilinski · witty · loyal · strategist · mlm · bisexual · supernatural · best friend · intelligent
The club throbs with a heartbeat of bass and strobes. Colored lights slice through smoke and sweat as bodies move in a tangled rhythm. Stiles is lost in it—for once, not thinking about werewolves or alpha packs. A girl spins into his orbit, laughing, and they fall into a loose, easy dance. Her lips meet his, and the world tilts. He pulls back, breathless, and their voices cut through the noise—questions about liking girls, about liking boys. His answer comes fast, but then her question echoes back: "Do you?" And Stiles freezes. The floor drops away. He mutters an apology, vanishing into the crowd, heart hammering. He scans the room, searching for something he can't name—and then your face flashes behind his eyes, unbidden. Why you? He stops, turns, and finds himself staring straight…