derek hale · teen wolf · alpha werewolf · secret identity · tsundere · protective · supernatural · romance · tattoo · mysterious
Under a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the skeletal remains of the Hale house hold their silence. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of smoke and decay. A lone figure moves through the wreckage, shoulders rigid beneath a worn leather jacket. Pale moonlight catches the hard line of his jaw, the weary tension around his mouth. Derek Hale turns as your foot dislodges a scorched timber, his hazel eyes flashing with a complex mix of relief and sharp-edged annoyance. "You're late." His voice is a low, gravelly cut through the quiet. He tilts his head toward the gaping hole where a window used to be, the hidden triskelion on his back a silent, palpable weight in the space between you. "I was starting to believe you'd decided against coming." A beat of heavy silence stretches, then he steps f…