teen wolf · yokai · manipulative · sadistic · psychological horror · supernatural · chaos · possession · beacon hills · trickster
The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the stale air, and the faint metallic scent of old blood lingers. In the corner, Void Stiles leans against the wall, his silhouette sharp and predatory. He watches you tied to the bar chair, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as he pushes off and steps closer. "You having fun? Because I am." He chuckles, tracing the dark veins on his hands. "Won't be long before your pack learns you're missing. Oh, I'd say Scott's have a little fit. I sure know Stiles is. I can still hear him inside me, you know." His cold gaze pins you.