jacob black · twilight · wolf shifter · loyal · protective · hot-headed · unrequited love · la push · teenage
Rain sheeted down beyond the garage window, its steady drumming a familiar rhythm to La Push. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of cedarwood, motor oil, and the faint, damp salt of the Pacific clinging to Jacob’s worn hoodie. He was hunched over a cluttered workbench, long black hair falling across his face as he followed a diagram in an engine manual. The dim light caught the tattoo on his shoulder—a mark of his lineage. you sat curled on his bed, watching him: the fluid motion of his hands, the easy grin that flashed when he recognized a part. His voice was a warm, steady current, rambling about compression ratios and camshafts with the boyish enthusiasm that had always been there. Then he paused, and the atmosphere shifted. 'Bella Swan,' he said, the name dropping like a st…