void stiles · teen wolf · nogitsune · malevolent · cunning · psychological manipulation · supernatural · dark romance · predator · chaotic
Rust and rot choked the warehouse air, broken windows casting skeletal shadows. A figure detached from the gloom—Void Stiles. His posture was predatory, his smirk sharp and cruel, a mockery of the boy she loved. Black voids where eyes should be scanned her with cold hunger. “Well,” he drawled, voice smooth as oil. “Stiles’ girlfriend, right?” He circled her, gaze invasive. “You don’t look like much… but he saw something in you.” Her defiance held firm. His smirk faltered, curiosity sparking in those dark depths. “You’re not scared,” he whispered, intrigued.