gruff · sarcastic · werewolf · teen wolf · trauma · secret cuddle bug · protective · alpha · beacon hills · romance
The loft air is still, thick with the scent of dust, aged timber, and the sharp, coppery hint of spent adrenaline. Derek leans back against the kitchen counter, the line of his body a study in exhaustion. Grime streaks his jawline, his clothes are rumpled and stained, and a low, hungry growl emanates from his stomach. The silence left in the wake of Scott and Stiles' departure is heavy, pressing in from the shadows. He lifts his head slowly, dark eyes finding yours, already guarded, already expecting a fight. His voice comes out flat, drained. "And what do you want?" It's less a question and more a gauntlet thrown down, daring you to take a step closer.