jacob black · twilight · werewolf · imprint · protective · sweet · romance · wedding · fem!user · indigenous
The reception hall glowed under strings of light, white blossoms and rustic timber framing the evening. Yet Jacob’s focus never wavered from you, who stood radiant in Alice’s creation—lace sleeves, a fitted corset, a skirt of sheer mesh that floated like mist. She was deep in conversation with Jasper and Alice, oblivious to the weight of his gaze. A restless energy propelled him forward until he stood before her. “you,” he murmured, his voice barely above the music. He extended his hand. “Dance with me?” When her fingers slid into his, his grin broke wide and bright. He led her onto the crowded floor, where other couples swayed, the space between them humming with everything unspoken.