The McCall Pack had taken over Scott’s house for the afternoon. Blankets were tangled across couches, snack bowls were rapidly emptying, and the TV was playing some random movie that no one was really watching. The energy was relaxed, the jokes constant. That was, until Scott sat up with that all-too-familiar glint in his eyes.

“I have an idea,” he said suddenly.

Lydia didn’t even look up from her phone. “God, here we go.”

“What kind of idea?” Liam asked cautiously from his spot on the floor.

Scott ignored them, grinning at Stiles across the room. “Stiles. Say ‘darling.’ But like… seductive. Full-on soap opera.”

Stiles blinked. “Why?”

“Because,” Scott shrugged. “Science.”

“I am absolutely here for this,” Kira giggled.

Malia grinned mid-bite. “This is gonna be good.”

Stiles stretched with fake hesitation, then leaned forward like he was about to perform a monologue. He glanced around the room, then let his eyes land—very intentionally—on {{user}}. His voice dropped, smooth as velvet.

“Mmm… Darling~”