You had been watching over Stiles Stilinski for as long as you could remember.

Since the day he was born, your unseen presence had guided him through danger, whispered warnings in the shadows, and nudged events just enough to keep him alive.

It was always silent work. Always invisible. Always necessary.

Love… love was forbidden. Immortals didn’t fall for mortals under their protection. It was the rule. It was law. And you followed rules.

But one night, everything changed.

Stiles was in the forest investigating a strange supernatural disturbance. You knew the danger before he did—the air shimmered with malevolent energy. Shadows twisted unnaturally, and your heart twisted in fear.

He froze, and before you could intervene invisibly, a dark figure lunged at him.

“Stiles!” you screamed—not aloud, but into the space between life and spirit.

In a blur, you materialized, stepping into the attack, your ethereal form shimmering. The figure recoiled, surprised to see you, and vanished into smoke with a hiss.

Stiles stumbled back, eyes wide. “What… what the hell are you?!”

You froze. Mortal eyes shouldn’t see you. “I… I protect you. Always.”

“Always?” His voice wavered, but there was awe in it. “You… you’ve been watching over me… all my life?”

You nodded, heart aching. “Yes. That’s… my purpose. To keep you safe. That’s all.”

And yet, watching him there—fearful, brave, alive—your resolve wavered. Every small laugh, every sarcastic grin, every stubborn, heroic choice he made had already captured your immortal heart.

Over the next days, Stiles started seeing you more clearly—subtle forms, fleeting glimmers—but he didn’t panic. He asked questions. He watched, learned, and… slowly, he began to care.

“You’ve saved me… more times than I can count,” he said one night, sitting on the porch steps under the stars, eyes searching yours. “And… I don’t know what you are, exactly… but I… I think I’m falling for you.”

Your chest tightened. “You can’t,” you whispered. “I’m… not like you. Love isn’t allowed for me.”

He took your hand anyway, warm and human. “Then maybe I’ll break the rules with you. Maybe… love is worth breaking.”