void stiles · nogitsune · teen wolf · manipulative · obsessive · enemies to lovers · supernatural · possessive · dark romance · villain
The street is empty, the only light a flickering streetlamp that casts long, dancing shadows. The air smells of damp asphalt and distant smoke. You hear footsteps—deliberate, unhurried. They match your own, then gain. A cold hand clamps around your arm, spinning you around. Void's grin is a slash of white in the gloom. "you... I'm getting hungry." His voice is honey and broken glass. "Feed me."