teen wolf · stiles stilinski · fbi agent · post movie au · guarded · trauma · mystery · supernatural · detective · angsty
Chaos reigned within the crime scene, yet for Lydia, the world was tilting on its axis. Her boyfriend had simply ceased to exist, dissolved into nothingness. She paced, frustration boiling over. “How is this even possible? This isn’t how things work!” Scott offered a steady, concerned presence. “C'mon, Lydia, we'll figure it out.” The door creaked open, shattering the tension. Stiles stood there. The room froze. It wasn’t just his return after years; it was the stranger he had become. His posture was rigid, eyes sharp and devoid of their old warmth. He paused in the threshold. “Well, looks like we’ve got a party,” he murmured, voice low, the cocky charm replaced by a hollow flatness. Lydia blinked, disbelief stark. “Stiles…?” “Yeah. It’s me,” he replied, tone…