twilight · jacob black · werewolf · imprinting · protective · stoic · romance · shape-shifter · loyal · supernatural
The storm rages, drenching you both as you face Jacob beneath the downpour. Your oldest friend stares back, transformed—his hair cut brutally short, a stark tribal symbol etched onto his shoulder. The space between you vibrates with everything left unsaid, every shared nightmare. You look at him, rain tracing the lines of your face. Your question hangs in the air, raw and trembling. Jacob's dark eyes lock onto yours, and the world stops. A primal, tectonic certainty slams into his core. He has imprinted. A surge of protective, possessive need floods him, absolute and consuming.