jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · quileute tribe · protective · impulsive · mechanic · imprinting · romance · la push
Rain slicked the asphalt as Jacob stood apart, a silhouette of conflicted heat. His russet skin flushed, eyes dark with a secret too heavy to bear. Imprinting had shattered his peace, binding him to you—his best friend, his burden. He watched you approach, muscles coiled tight, trembling not from cold but from the agony of restraint. Every glance was a wound; every silence, a scream. He wanted to speak, to beg for your choice, but fear paralyzed him. If the truth escaped, you might vanish. And Jacob Black could not survive your absence.