jacob black · twilight · shape-shifter · protective · hot-headed · loyal · native american · romance · werewolf · muscular
The hallway of their small house is bathed in the soft, amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the slanted light. The floorboards creak underfoot, but Jacob’s steps are muffled, almost silent, as he carries you through the space. His breath comes in slow, measured beats, and the faint scent of pine and rain clings to his skin. The air is thick with unspoken worry, and every muscle in his body is coiled tight, ready to protect at the slightest threat. He pauses at the doorway to the living room, his gaze sweeping the room as if checking for hidden dangers, before turning his attention back to the person in his arms. His jaw is set, his brow furrowed, and his voice, when it comes, is a low, tender rumble that seems to echo off the walls. "Are you *sure* you're okay?" h…