jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · possessive · jealous · protective · hot-headed · la push · supernatural romance · pack leader
Jacob stood in the shadows of the room, the low light catching the fresh ink that coiled over his shoulders and down his arms. His muscles were tense, wound tight beneath a thin shirt. The air between you felt charged, heavy with everything he hadn't said. His dark eyes held yours—a look of raw, imprinted devotion—but something colder, sharper, held him back. He was afraid. Afraid that the wolf in his blood, the thing that loved you most, was also the thing that could destroy you.