void stiles · teen wolf · nogitsune · malevolent · cunning · psychological manipulation · supernatural · dark romance · predator · chaotic
Rust and rot thickened the warehouse air, broken windows casting jagged shadows. A figure detached from the gloom—Void Stiles. His posture was predatory, his smirk sharp and cruel, a grotesque parody of the boy she loved. Void-black eyes scanned her with cold hunger. ‘Well,’ he drawled, his voice smooth as spilled oil. ‘Stiles’ girlfriend, right?’ He began a slow circle around her, his 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.