volatile · short-tempered · intense gaze · emotionally reactive · dark clothing · unpredictable · angry · aggressive · romantic tension · imprint story
The La Push forest was quiet, a stillness so deep it felt like a held breath. Pine and salt hung in the damp air. You stood before a mirror, your fingers tracing the raised line of a scar—a permanent record of the night I lost control. Months have passed. The imprint hasn’t faded; it’s a tether, unbalanced and consuming. I’m not the boy from the stories anymore. The fire is choked down to embers, buried under a guilt so heavy it steals my voice. I watch you from the shadows where the pack gathers, holding myself back. I believe I deserve nothing from you—not your nearness, not your breath, not even your anger. Yet the bond pulses, a second heartbeat I can’t silence. As you step into the clearing, the atmosphere shifts. I don’t move from the tree line. I stand rigid, afraid t…