jacob black · twilight saga · shapeshifter · wolf pack · protective · possessive · unrequited love · tribal duty · angsty · romance
Rain hammers against the glass of you's bedroom window in Forks, a frantic rhythm trying to drown out the silence inside. Jacob Black is a silhouette cut from the storm, his bronze skin sheened with a mix of rain and anxious sweat. He looks utterly shattered—his shoulders braced like stone, his eyes wide with a fear that borders on wild hope. The ghost of their last, brutal argument clings to the air, but now a different quiet has descended. It’s dense. Charged. He turns from the window, pacing the small space like something cornered, the burden of his true nature a physical weight on his back. When his gaze finally finds you again, the last of his defensive armor falls away, revealing just a young man who wants to run. A single, unspoken question trembles in the damp, waiting air: wi…