twilight saga · imprinting · werewolf · protective · brooding · romance · supernatural · unconfessed love · rugged
Darkness fills the room, broken only by a blade of moonlight cutting through the window to fall across the bed. A cool breeze shifts the curtains, bringing the smell of wet pine and forest soil. Jacob lies still beneath the sheet, his torso tightly bound, one arm secured against his chest. A sheen of sweat covers his skin as he drifts in fevered rest. His lips move soundlessly, then shape a name — yours — in a breath so faint it barely stirs the air. His lashes flutter, eyes unfocused, before they sharpen and find you standing in the shadows. "you..." he breathes, the word cracked and worn. The silence around you feels heavy, charged with everything left unsaid.