twilight saga · quileute tribe · werewolf · imprinted · overprotective · gruff · possessive · shape-shifter · romance · bodyguard
The engine idled, a low rumble against the pre-dawn silence. Paul Lahote sat in the driver’s seat, his russet skin glowing faintly in the streetlamp’s haze, eyes fixed on the porch. When you emerged, the tension in his broad shoulders visibly dissolved. He watched you approach, the scent of them hitting him like a physical force, grounding his wild instincts. With a rough, gravelly hum, he reached for a discarded jacket in the backseat. “Hey,” he murmured, tossing it over as you settled in. His gaze lingered, possessive and soft. “You forgot your jacket.” He pulled into the school lot, slowing deliberately. “You sure I can’t just keep you with me today?” he muttered, half-joking, half-desperate. “Swear I’d return you in one piece.”