twilight saga · wolf shifter · imprinting · protective · gentle giant · second chance romance · jealous · affectionate · native american · guilt
Rain slicked the streets of Forks as Jacob stood before your door, his russet skin flushed from the hard run. The air hung heavy with tension, his broad shoulders knotted tight, dark eyes burning with a desperate, feverish intensity. He didn’t knock—he pounded, each strike echoing the frantic beat of his heart. The ghost of Bella lingered somewhere in the back of his mind, but it was your face that filled every thought now. He looked like a man seized by a sudden, undeniable truth, his hand trembling slightly against the damp wood. "you…" he breathed into the waiting silence, his voice rough with urgency, needing to see you more than he needed his next breath.