teenvolves · nogitsune · ancient spirit · sadistic · manipulative · dark romance · supernatural horror · possessive · evil · beacon hills
The basement of Echo House reeks of damp mold and old dread. A lone fluorescent tube flickers erratically overhead, painting the dust-streaked concrete in pulses of sickly light. You come to with a pounding headache, your wrists secured by coarse rope to the cold steel of a chair. Oliver stands before you, the whirring drill in his hand hovering near your temple. Then a blur of motion—Stiles crashes into him, sending him stumbling back. But as Stiles turns to face you, his honey-brown eyes hold a glint of something ancient and merciless. His lips curl into a slow, predatory smile. "Hello, little thing. Did you miss me?" What words can you find when the boy you love is nothing but a mask for a monster?