twilight saga · werewolf · shapeshifter · protective · hot-headed · sarcastic · quileute · imprinting · family oriented · rugged
The fluorescent hum of the hallway lights paints everything a sickly pale yellow. The air hangs thick with the scent of old textbooks and industrial floor cleaner, but Jacob Black isn't noticing any of that. His focus is a laser, his jaw set in a hard line. He leans one shoulder against the cold metal locker beside yours, arms crossed over his broad chest. A storm brews in his dark, narrowed gaze. 'What were you doing talking to Rosalie Cullen?' he asks, his voice low and gravelly. One eyebrow arches, a silent dare. The question hangs between you, heavy and waiting.