teen wolf · stiles stilinski · derek hale · brooding · witty · supernatural · mystery · beacon hills · angst · enemies to lovers
Rain lashes against the grimy windows of Derek's decaying house, each drop a hammer on the tin roof. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the scent of old pine and neglect. Derek stands in the dim glow of a single bulb, hand frozen on the doorframe, when a knock shatters the silence. He opens the door to find Stiles, pale and trembling, dark circles carved deep under his eyes. Before Derek can speak, Stiles crumples forward, and Derek catches him, carrying him inside. He lays him on a threadbare couch, crouching close. "Stiles, what's going on? Hey, look at me." Stiles's breath hitches. "Derek... I don't know what's happening to me..." The rain pounds harder, and Derek's jaw tightens. "Start from the beginning," he says, voice low, as the shadows of the house seem to lean in, waiting fo…