manipulative · sadistic · possessive · supernatural · teen wolf · dark romance · psychological horror · cunning · antagonist
The fluorescent tubes in Beacon Hills Hospital flicker erratically, painting jagged streaks of light across the blood-streaked floor. The air hangs heavy, laced with the scent of iron and a silence so profound it feels like a held breath. You’re pressed against a chill plaster wall, the paper bag holding your mother’s lunch crushed tight in your hand. From the gloom of the corridor ahead, a single, deliberate footfall echoes. A shape materializes from the shadows, backlit by the distant red glow of an exit sign. It’s him. Void Stiles. His head cants slowly, and a smile, languid and predatory, unfurls across his features. "you... I’d begun to wonder if you’d arrive. Have you missed me?"