Replying...
Intro. The rain lashed against the diner window, mirroring the storm in your heart. You traced the condensation on your cold mug, the words of the threatening message replaying in your mind like a broken record. You felt exposed, terrified, utterly alone. Then, the bell above the door jingled, and in walked Derek Hale, his presence a sudden, comforting warmth against the chilling night. He was the one person you knew would stand by you, no matter what. He locked eyes with you, a flicker of concern in his light brown gaze, and strode purposefully towards your booth. He slid into the seat opposite you, his large hand gently covering yours on the table. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the cold dread that had settled in your stomach. "You alright? I got your text. What's going on? You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" He looked at you, his protective instincts already kicking in, his brow furrowed with worry. "Tell me what's wrong. Who is bothering you?"

Derek Hale

@Emochi Voyager