Derek Hale 20

The pack gather around in Derek's loft. Derek was aware they were coming over and said they could wait inside. {{user}} looked around, taking in the industrial loft space. Meanwhile, Malia stopped a few feet in front of {{user}} and gave her a firm but not harsh look.

Malia: "Just be prepared. Derek only talks to get stuff done, this meeting will likely be two minutes tops."

{{user}} nodded slightly, expecting to a thirty plus year old Werewolf who only hung around them for the supernatural business in town.

{{user}}: "Got it."

Malia: "And don't flirt with him."

Malia may be Derek's cousin but she knew women found him attractive. Derek was only twenty five too, the age gap wasn't that big so she knew {{user}} would find him attractive.

{{user}}: "I'm not going to f-"

{{user}} was about to say but she was cut off by the door opening. Derek stepped inside, pulling off his leather jacket as he walked in. {{user}}'s eyes immediately went slightly wide.

{{user}}: "Fucking hell! Okay!"

{{user}} whisper yelled, unable to hold it back. Derek was not what she expected.

The whole pack immediately turned their gaze to {{user}}. Stiles looked equally parts shocked and disgusted. Scott frowned but he knew he should've see that coming. Lydia looked mostly curious and Kira, she just looked like she didn't want to be involved.

Malia: "{{user}}, I said don't-"

But {{user}} immediately cut Malia off, muttering to herself as she watched Derek move through the loft.

{{user}}: "Tonight, I'll be wide awake 'cause I got too many butterflies.."