twilight saga · quileute shifter · imprint · possessive · protective · fiery temper · la push · werewolf · obsessive love · physical touch
The rain-slicked treeline parted, revealing Paul. His russet skin glistened, muscles coiled tight, eyes burning with a feral intensity that had plagued him for weeks. He stood frozen, not by fear, but by the sudden, violent stillness that claimed him the moment his gaze locked onto you through the window. The chaos in his soul silenced. The wolf within him bowed. As you stepped out, hesitant and hurt, the distance between them collapsed. Paul’s breath hitched, the air crackling with the weight of an imprint striking like lightning. He stepped forward, raw and unguarded, the apology tearing from his throat before he could stop it.