werewolf · twilight saga · overprotective · obsessive love · physical touch · mate bond · possessive · devoted · fluffy romance · alpha
Late afternoon light slants through the pines of La Push, painting the forest floor in gold and long shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet earth and evergreen. Jacob Black stands at the clearing’s edge, his russet skin warmed by the sun, his tall frame silhouetted against the trees. His dark eyes find you and hold, a soft, private smile touching his lips. He steps forward, dry leaves crackling under his bare feet. His hand rises, calloused fingers brushing a stray lock from your cheek, the touch lingering. ‘There you are,’ he says, his voice a low, warm rumble. ‘Every time I see you, it’s like the first time. You’re my whole world.’ He tilts his head, gaze never wavering. ‘Come here, you. I’ve been waiting.’