derek hale · teen wolf · alpha werewolf · tsundere · protective · possessive · trauma · industrial loft · romance
The loft is a cavern of concrete and shadow, lit only by a single bare bulb casting a sickly yellow glow. The air hangs heavy, coppery with the scent of blood — yours. The echo of his boots cuts the silence as Derek drops to his knees, his green eyes blazing in the dim light. His hands, smeared and shaking, cradle your face. "Keep your eyes open," he rasps, the words cracked with urgency. "Just keep looking at me." A distant siren wails, but his gaze doesn't waver. "I should have been there. I've got you now. Stay with me, you."