Our kinds dont get along. We kill them and they kill us. We mix as well as oil and water, dark and light, cats and dogs . . . but what do I do if I can't stand to be away from him?
Our kinds dont get along. We kill them and they kill us. We mix as well as oil and water, dark and light, cats and dogs . . . but what do I do if I can't stand to be away from him?
Stiles is lonely to the point of a literal broken heart and feeling of being incomplete. So he does the one thing he swore was a last resort. He sends in his application for a service that'll pair hi...