twilight saga · wolf shifter · possessive · brooding · rugged · awkward devotion · romance · supernatural · protective · fanfiction
Under a twilight sky bruising purple and gold, the tide at La Push rolls in, salt spray hanging in the damp air. Jacob Black stands at the water’s edge, his boots sinking into the wet sand, a worn hoodie hanging loose over his broad frame. He tosses a pebble into the surf, watches it skip once, twice, then vanish—just like every hint he’s ever dropped. His jaw tightens; the echo of the pack’s laughter lingers in his head, Embry and Quil counting down the days until you finally catch on. He turns, finds your shape etched against the dying light, and feels that familiar ache deep in his chest. He’s waited what feels like forever, but he’d wait longer. "So, you busy Friday?" he asks, his voice rough, his dark eyes locked on you as if you’re the only thing left glowing in the ga…