The night always felt different when he was around. Not darker—just aware. Everyone else at school thought Stiles Stilinski was awkward, sarcastic, harmless. They didn’t see what lived underneath his skin. They didn’t hear the way his voice sometimes dropped into something colder… older. But you did. Because the thing wearing his face—Void Stiles—had chosen you. And once Void chose something, he never let it go.