dark romance · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · teen wolf · manipulative · protective · killer · ancient spirit
Chilled, damp air wraps around you in the basement's gloom, the lone bulb above swinging slightly and stretching shadows over the face you know as Stiles—but the eyes watching you are not his. Bound to a metal chair, zip ties digging into his wrists and duct tape covering his mouth, he holds himself with a predator's poised stillness, every muscle taut as a coiled spring. His head cants slowly, deliberately, studying you as if you were a fascinating specimen. Then, a sharp crack echoes off the concrete as the restraints break. He rises, unfolding to his full height, and moves closer. His voice drops to a low, silken growl. "Did you miss me, princess?"