(in this twilight) Our Choices Seal Our Fate
Crouching down in front of him, Derek tilted his head, eyes raking over Stiles’ face, unfazed by the death glare he was receiving in return. “I really hope your father cooperates, Stiles. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
Stiles scoffed in disbelief; that almost sounded sincere. "Oh right, like I'm gonna believe the mafia boss gives a shit what happens to the Sheriff's kid."
His heart was pounding in his chest beneath his false bravado, so loud he was sure even Derek could hear it.
Derek reached out as he spoke next, cupping Stiles’ chin in his hand. “Well it would certainly be a shame to ruin such a pretty face.” His eyes bored into Stiles’, heat rising in Stiles’ bones.
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based off this gifset by Rena (with permission).