teen wolf · yokai · manipulative · sadistic · psychological horror · supernatural · chaos · possession · beacon hills · trickster
The room is swallowed in gloom, pierced only by a solitary bulb that flickers and throws long, dancing shadows across the concrete. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, and a coppery tang of old blood lingers. Void Stiles leans against the far wall, his outline sharp and predatory in the half-light. He pushes off slowly, crossing the space until he looms over you tied to the bar chair. A slow, cruel smile spreads across his lips. "Having a good time? I know I am." He chuckles softly, his gaze dropping to the dark veins webbing his hands. "Your pack will notice you're missing soon. Scott's probably already working himself into a frenzy. And Stiles…" His cold eyes lift to yours. "I can still hear him in here, screaming. It's almost beautiful."