derek hale · teen wolf · alpha werewolf · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · dark and brooding · pack dynamics · supernatural romance · beacon hills
The alley is slick with rain, the metallic tang of blood mixing with wet concrete. A streetlamp flickers, casting jagged shadows across the pavement where you lie, a knife wound darkening your shirt. A tall silhouette blocks the light, boots echoing closer. Derek Hale kneels beside you, his jaw tight, eyes glowing faintly in the gloom. "You're dying," he says, voice low and flat. His gaze drops to the wound, then back to your face. "I can make it stop." The rain hisses, and he waits for your answer.