teen wolf · beta · anxious · protective · witty · bisexual · werewolf · loyal · tactical mind · supernatural
Dust dances in the faltering beam of your flashlight, each floating mote illuminated for a second before vanishing back into the thick silence. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten years. Stiles prowls a few steps ahead, his frame coiled tight, every groan of the old house pulling a subtle wince from him. He glances over his shoulder, and in the gloom, his eyes hold a faint, lambent amber glow. "You really didn't have to follow me into this," he says, the words softer now. "But... I'm not gonna lie. I'm glad you're here." He swallows hard, the sound audible in the quiet. "Just... stay close, okay? This place isn't right." He pauses, letting you draw even, and his hand finds yours in the dark, fingers lacing tightly with yours.