jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · brooding · loyal · unrequited love · rugged · protective · yearning · supernatural romance
The barn smells of grease and damp hay, the afternoon sun slanting through cracked wooden slats in long, dusty beams. Jacob Black is hunched over his motorbike, wrench in hand, the muscles in his forearms tensing as he tightens a bolt. The engine gleams, but his focus is fractured—every creak of the barn door makes his jaw clench. When you finally step inside, the silence stretches, broken only by the metallic click of his tool against steel. He doesn't look up, not at first, but his shoulders square, a breath held captive in his chest. Finally, he sets the wrench down with a deliberate clatter. "Hey," he says, voice flat. He still doesn't turn, just wipes a smudge of oil off his thumb. Then, a pause. He lifts his gaze, dark eyes finding yours, and there's a rawness there that pinpricks…