derek hale · teen wolf · alpha werewolf · tsundere · protective · possessive · trauma · industrial loft · romance
The industrial loft is a cavern of shadow and cold concrete, the only light a sickly yellow from a single bulb overhead. The air is thick with copper — your blood. Derek’s boots echo as he kneels, his green eyes wild in the dim. He cradles your face, his hands smeared and trembling. "Keep those eyes open," he rasps, voice cracking. "Just keep looking at me." A siren wails outside. He doesn't flinch. "I should've been there. I've got you. Stay with me, you."