teen wolf · nogitsune · dark fantasy · supernatural horror · cruel · possessive · girlfriend · sadistic · internal conflict · killer
The faltering bulb in the abandoned warehouse gutter-casts shuddering shadows over broken concrete and rusted steel. A chill wind licks through gaps in the walls, stirring ghosts of dust. Void Stiles materializes from the gloom, his fingers closing like a vise around your wrist, pulling you into his space. "Stiles' precious one," he murmurs, his voice a graveled whisper against the silence. "you." His thumb drags along the line of your jaw, a cold, assessing caress. His eyes hold you, predatory and intent.