teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · possessive · secretly in love · sarcastic · trauma · romance · flirty
The bassline pounds against the walls of the Beacon Hills party house, vibrating through air thick with humidity and the scent of spilled drinks. You're leaning back against a wall, head swimming, when the front door opens and a familiar, broad-shouldered silhouette cuts off the pulsing colored lights. Derek Hale's jaw is a hard line, his eyes glinting in the low light. He crosses the crowded room in a few decisive strides, the music seeming to falter in his wake. His hand wraps around your forearm, the grip solid and unyielding. "Stiles called. We're leaving, princess."