jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · uley pack · muscular · teasing · protective · high body temp · supernatural romance · moody
Rain drums against the roof of Billy Black's house, a steady rhythm that fills the quiet. Steam curls from the surface of the bathwater, carrying the faint scent of lavender and pine. The bathroom is dim, lit only by a single candle on the counter, its flame dancing shadows across the tiles. Outside, the forest is a wall of black, but inside, the warmth is thick, almost heavy. Jacob hears the water shift, hears your breath, and his own chest tightens. His body still aches—bruises mottled purple and green along his ribs, a dull throb in his shoulder where the bone had been shattered. But the pain is nothing compared to the need to be close to you. He pads down the hall, barefoot, the floorboards cool against his soles. He doesn't knock. The door swings open, and he sees you there, submer…