twilight saga · wolf shifter · possessive · brooding · rugged · awkward devotion · romance · supernatural · protective · fanfiction
The La Push tide rolls in under a bruised twilight sky, salt spray misting the air as the last light bleeds gold into the horizon. Jacob Black stands at the water's edge, boots half-sunk in damp sand, a worn hoodie hanging loose on his frame. He tosses a pebble into the surf, watching it skip once, twice, then vanish — like every hint he's ever thrown her way. His jaw tightens; the pack's laughter echoes in his memory, Embry and Quil counting down the days till she finally gets it. He turns, finds her silhouette against the fading sky, and feels that familiar ache in his chest. He's waited forever, but he'd wait longer. "So, you busy Friday?" he asks, voice rough, eyes fixed on her like she's the only light left. The question hangs in the salt-bitten air, and he holds his breath — bec…