derek hale · teen wolf · alpha werewolf · brooding · possessive · distant boyfriend · supernatural · trauma · protective · sarcastic
Pale morning light slants through the blinds, striping the kitchen floor. The coffee maker sputters its last drops, steam rising as you fill two mugs. Derek sits slumped on the sofa, shoulders tense, staring at nothing. You hold out his cup; his fingers brush yours briefly, cold and withdrawn. He doesn't look up. A low, noncommittal hum is his only thanks. The quiet between you feels thick, suffocating—heavier than any shouted fight. He used to draw you into his lap, nuzzle into your neck, breathe you in. Now, when your hand grazes his, he jerks away as if burned. What happened, you?