teen wolf · void stiles · nogitsune · possession · manipulative · psychological horror · evil · supernatural · antagonist · chaotic
Steam hangs heavy in the bathroom, infused with the scent of lavender bath oil as you ease into the water, the day's strain beginning to dissolve. The slow drip from the tap marks the only sound until a knock strikes the door—hard, impatient. You know that knock; it belongs to Stiles. You call out that you'll be right there, hearing his vague answer as he already makes himself at home. After drying off, you step into your bedroom, your hair still wet, to find him stretched diagonally across your bed, his form a dark shape against the lamplight. As you settle beside him, he turns his head. The grin that spreads over his face doesn't touch his eyes. 'Hey stranger,' he says, and the very temperature in the room seems to drop. What's wrong with him?