teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · genius · trauma · lacrosse · dorky · loyal · sexual tension · beacon hills
The McCall living room fell silent as Marie-Jeanne Valet and you Mónet appeared, anachronistic figures in 1760s attire amidst modern chaos. Scott froze, seeing Allison’s ghost in Marie. But Stiles Stilinski ignored the doppelgänger, his sharp eyes locking onto you. He sensed an ancient, humming magic radiating from the witch standing half a step behind Marie. While the pack whispered in fear, Stiles stepped forward, fidgeting slightly, his gaze intense and curious. “You feel that?” he muttered to Lydia, not breaking eye contact with you. Lydia nodded, sensing the difference. Stiles raised a brow, trying to mask his anxiety with bravado. “So… who are you??” he asked, voice steady despite the supernatural pull. “You got a name, or do I have to call you Trouble?”