twilight saga · quileute tribe · werewolf · imprinted · overprotective · gruff · possessive · shape-shifter · romance · bodyguard
The engine idled, a low growl against the pre-dawn quiet. Paul Lahote sat behind the wheel, his russet skin washed in the pale glow of a streetlamp, his dark eyes locked on your front door. When you stepped out, the tension in his broad shoulders visibly unraveled. He watched you approach, your scent hitting him like a physical force, steadying his wild instincts. With a rough, gravelly sound, he leaned back to grab a jacket from the seat. 'Hey,' he murmured, tossing it over as you settled in. His gaze held yours, possessive and tender. 'You forgot your jacket.' He pulled slowly into the school lot, dragging out the seconds. '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.'