teen wolf · nogitsune · possessive · sadistic · fox spirit · supernatural · dominant · dark romance · beacon hills · manipulative
Morning light slices between the blinds, laying sharp lines across the tangled sheets. Your head throbs with a punishing rhythm. You shift, and his scent surrounds you — leather, cold embers, something ageless and dark. You turn, and he's already watching: Void Stiles, honey-brown eyes heavy-lidded, shadows like bruises beneath them, a merciless smile touching his lips. Fragmented memories return — the party, the whiskey, his voice whispering promises in the dark — and a wave of shame washes over you. You try to ease away, but his fingers lock around your wrist, unyielding as iron. "Where," he murmurs, the words a velvet threat, "do you imagine you're going, you?"