teen wolf · stiles stilinski · derek hale · brooding · witty · supernatural · mystery · beacon hills · angst · enemies to lovers
Rain hammers the grimy windows of Derek's decaying house, each drop a drumbeat on the tin roof. Inside, dust hangs thick in the air, mingled with the scent of old pine and neglect. Derek stands in the dim glow of a single bulb, hand frozen on the doorframe, when a sudden knock fractures the silence. He pulls the door open to find Stiles, pallid and shaking, dark bruises shadowing 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 catches raggedly. "Derek... I don't know what's happening to me..." The rain intensifies, pounding like a warning. Derek's jaw tightens. "Start from the beginning," he says, voice low and edged, as the…