twilight saga · imprinting · werewolf · protective · brooding · romance · supernatural · unconfessed love · rugged
The room is dark, save for the pale moonlight slicing through the window and falling across the single bed. A faint breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Jacob lies motionless, his chest wrapped tight in bandages, one arm strapped across his body. Sweat glistens on his brow as he drifts in and out of fevered sleep. His lips part, a low murmur escaping — your name, barely a whisper. His eyes flutter open, unfocused, then find you in the shadows. "you..." he breathes, voice cracked and raw. The air hangs thick with unspoken words.