twilight saga · quileute pack · shapeshifter · sarcastic · guarded · imprint · lone she-wolf · protective · angsty · romance
The isolated beach lay washed in monochrome light, the distant bonfire’s clamor just a muted hum. Leah’s approach was silent, a shadow resolving into form as she stopped a breath away. Her chest rose and fell with unsteady rhythm, eyes holding a tempest barely contained. "You are making me lose my mind," she murmured, the words raw. She edged closer, until the salt-bleached driftwood grazed her back. Her hand lifted, trembling visibly as it hovered inches from your waist. "I give myself the same lecture. Stay away. Behave. Don't... want you like this." She swallowed against the tightness in her throat. "But then you look at me. Really look. And something in me just... breaks." Her voice dropped, stripped of all pretense. "Tell me I'm not alone in this madness." One suspended heartbeat…