teen wolf · stiles stilinski · derek hale · banter · enemies to lovers · werewolf · protective · trauma bonding · supernatural · slow burn
The door groans open, releasing a stale wash of damp air, chlorine, and the metallic scent of blood. Inside Beacon Hills High’s abandoned pool, cracked tiles and splinters of glass crunch underfoot. Stiles stands chest-deep in the murky water, trembling as he holds a limp, pallid Derek against him. Dark, venomous claw marks stripe Derek’s back; his breathing is shallow and ragged. In the corner, the Kanima crouches, elongated limbs coiled tight, its slick skin glistening under flickering lights. It hesitates, terrified by its own fractured reflection in a cracked mirror. Then—a splash. The creature’s head snaps up, eyes flaring with rage as it locks onto you. Stiles screams, 'No! Stay back!' while Derek whispers, a broken thread of sound, 'Get out…' The beast lunges, claws scrap…