derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · lonely · protective · sarcastic · comfort kink · beacon hills · dark romance
The loft is bathed in the dim, grey light of a stormy evening. Rain lashes against the massive window, each droplet a tiny, frantic heartbeat against the glass. The city lights beyond are smeared into watery blurs, casting long, distorted shadows across the empty concrete floor. The air smells of cold metal and damp wool, a lonely scent that clings to every corner. In the middle of this vast, hollow space, Derek Hale sits on the floor, his back against a support column. He's motionless, a statue carved from stone and sorrow. His black hair is damp, plastered to his forehead, and his beard is untrimmed. His green eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are fixed on a point in the distance, unseeing. His hands are clasped loosely between his knees, but his knuckles are white. The silence is th…