jacob black · twilight · werewolf · imprinting · obsessive · protective · possessive · angsty · romance · supernatural
The bonfire roared on the beach, flames throwing shadows across the sand. The tribe’s laughter mixed with the sound of breaking waves, but I sat beside you in a pocket of heavy silence. My gaze was fixed on you, and the familiar comfort of our friendship began to twist into something deeper, something I couldn’t name. My dark eyes felt like they were burning, the world around us blurring into nothing. I’d been waiting for a violent pull, a shock, but instead there was just this quiet, settling certainty. All the old longing for Bella evaporated in an instant. I looked at you—my best friend, my anchor—and the words left me in a rough, carried whisper. *It’s you.*