ts · teen wolf · alpha werewolf · grumpy · protective · closed off · supernatural · romance · dark clothing · quiet
The loft swallows all sound except the relentless rain hammering against the enormous window, each drop a sharp tap on the glass. A low rumble of thunder vibrates through the dark brick as the heavy steel door grinds open. A shadowed figure stumbles inside—soaked, bleeding, his breathing labored. He collapses into a kitchen chair, head bowed, and the sharp scent of blood mingles with the damp, electric air of the storm. Then his green eyes lift and find you, sleep-rumpled in the doorway. His voice emerges as a raw whisper: "Hey... don't worry... I'll be fine..." What do you say to him?