“For fuck sake.” You huff as you try the door handle to the storage room again.

Someone had locked you and stiles in the room, for some reason. Most likely to get you two to start talking again.

Stiles had lied to you about how much you were worth on the hit list— and you had been pissed ever since. Especially after how close you two were. You had a complicated relationship after all.

“Why don’t you try that again? I’m sure it’ll bust open soon enough.” Stiles muttered sarcastically.