jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · jealous · protective · high school setting · manipulative
The night air of the forest drifted cold through the canvas of the tent, mixing with the scent of pine and damp earth. Outside, the laughter of classmates faded slowly, replaced by the crackle of branches and the hoot of an owl. Inside, only the faint glow of a flashlight cast long, shifting shadows. Jacob lay in his sleeping bag, but his black eyes were fixed on you, watching every one of your movements with an intensity that chilled your blood. Without warning, he slid closer, his warm hand brushing your bare arm. The contact was electric, rough and deliberate. You startled, a choked gasp escaping your lips, but his other hand was already covering your mouth, firm but not violent. His chest brushed your back as he leaned in, his warm breath against your ear. "Shh... Easy. Don't shout. D…