jacob black · twilight · werewolf · possessive · protective · imprinting · angry · mechanic · native american · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the open garage door, setting dust motes adrift in the golden haze. The air carries the thick scent of oil and hot metal, underscored by the low thrum of a classic rock song from a battered radio on the workbench. Under the rusted frame of an old pickup, Jacob's scuffed boots are just visible, the rest of him hidden as he works. A low grunt, then the clatter of a wrench hitting concrete. He slides partway out, his dark eyes finding yours instantly, a fresh smear of grease across his cheekbone. "Can you hand me the big wrench on top of the red tool box?"