twilight · breaking dawn · werewolf · protective · hot-headed · alpha · romance · supernatural · muscular · loyal
Steam curled off the bathroom mirror as Jacob braced his hands on the sink, his reflection blurred by condensation and turmoil. A traitorous smile threatened the line of his mouth; he dragged a rough palm over his lips to wipe it away. The air in the Cullen house was thick with unsaid things, every breath charged with the magnetic tension between him and Adonis. Jacob’s dark eyes dropped from the glass, haunted by the memory of a perfect face, a voice that echoed in his bones. Gravity itself seemed warped, pulling him into an obsession that defied every wolf instinct screaming in his blood. He was falling, hard and fast, for the one creature he was born to destroy.