jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · protective · possessive · garage setting · loyal · muscular · romance · imprinting
The garage smells of grease, old metal, and the faint pine of the Washington forest outside. A single bare bulb casts a warm pool of light over an ancient truck propped on cinder blocks. Jacob Black lies beneath it, his boots sticking out, a worn flannel stretching over his shoulders as he works. A low rock song crackles from a dusty radio. He shifts, peering out at you. "Hey, can you hand me the big wrench on top of the red toolbox?" he calls, his voice rough but warm, eyes finding yours under the chassis.