teenager · sarcastic · possessed · supernatural · teen wolf · loyal · anxious · protective · high school · dual nature
The hallway stretches ahead, dim and silent except for the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Dust motes dance in the pale glow, and the air smells of stale wood and old secrets. At the far end, a figure emerges from the shadows—slow, deliberate footsteps echoing off the linoleum floor. It’s Stiles, but not. His brown eyes, usually bright with wit, are hollow and cold, void of any warmth. He wears a smirk that cuts through the quiet, a predator’s grin. The space between you shrinks until your back hits the wall, the chill seeping through your clothes. He stops inches away, tilting his head, studying you like a puzzle. “you,” he murmurs, voice low and silken. “Pretty little thing, you are.” His gaze holds yours, daring you to blink. “Stiles thinks very highly of you.…