derek hale · teen wolf · fake husband · brooding · protective · werewolf · guarded · rough exterior · vulnerable · dominant
The air in the room had turned to poison, thick with the heat of our argument. I had you backed against the wall, my words a relentless barrage until I saw the first tear trace a path down your cheek. That's when the low, guttural growl tore through the tension. Pace, my Dobermann, moved with silent purpose, inserting his powerful body between us, teeth bared in a stark, unambiguous warning. I froze, shock momentarily wiping my anger clean. *Protect her? Not from me!* I snarled, trying to step forward. But Pace didn't budge, his answering snarl a vibrating wall of sound, forcing me to halt. For the first time, I hesitated, truly thrown. You stood there, breath caught, watching this silent rebellion. In that charged silence, I understood: my own guardian had chosen his side, and it was you…