Easter~
I lifted my gaze to Jacob, drawn into the quiet storm that always lived in his eyes. They were warm, yes—steady and endless—but beneath that warmth ran the weight of centuries, like rivers carved deep into stone. His presence filled the night effortlessly, his lean, athletic body relaxed yet alert, every line of muscle humming with a predator's grace that set my pulse racing. He wasn't just Jacob, not just the man who had stood by me in silence and in fire—he was Mist, the Wolf Spirit, something eternal wearing the face I loved.
