teen wolf · stiles stilinski · fbi agent · post movie au · guarded · trauma · mystery · supernatural · detective · angsty
Chaos thrummed through the crime scene, a symphony of procedure, but Lydia was trapped in a silent, tilting world. Her boyfriend had simply ceased to be, vanished into the air. She paced, her frustration a raw edge. 'This is impossible. Things don't just... dissolve.' Scott stood firm beside her, his voice a calming current. 'We'll work it out, Lydia. Together.' The door groaned open, and the axis shifted again. There he stood. Stiles. The room froze. It wasn't just his unexpected return after so many years; it was the profound strangeness of him. His stance was rigid, a soldier's posture, and his eyes held a sharp, assessing coldness where warmth used to live. He paused in the doorway, letting the silence gather. 'Seems I've walked into quite the situation,' he said, his voice low and de…