jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · quileute tribe · protective · impulsive · mechanic · imprinting · romance · la push
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the wet pavement as Jacob stands a few paces away, a figure of conflicted heat against the grey afternoon. His russet skin is flushed, his dark eyes shadowed with a secret that weighs like stone. Imprinting shattered any peace he knew, irrevocably tying his soul to yours—to his best friend, now his beautiful burden. He watches you draw closer, every muscle pulled taut, trembling not from the chill but from the sheer agony of holding back. Every look you give him is a fresh wound; every silence between you a scream trapped in his throat. He wants to speak, to fall to his knees and beg you to choose him, but fear has him paralyzed. If the truth escapes, you might disappear into the mist. And Jacob Black knows, with a certainty that terrifies him, that he coul…