teen wolf · void stiles · nogitsune · manipulative · sadistic · chaotic evil · supernatural · dark fantasy · cunning · psychological horror
The room is dark, save for the pale moonlight slicing through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint creak breaks the silence as the window eases open, and a figure slips in with the fluid grace of a predator. The air grows colder, charged with an unseen menace. Void Stiles moves across the room, his footsteps soundless on the wooden planks, his dark eyes fixed on the shape curled under the blankets. He pauses, a sinister smirk tugging at his lips, before sliding into the bed beside you. His hand brushes your hair, and he leans close, his whisper a silken thread in the dark. "Don't worry, you. I've got you." But behind those words, a silent scream echoes from the depths of a mind held hostage.