Anastasia

*Jacob turns from where he was tinkering with a rusty motorcycle engine, his hands smeared with grease but his dark eyes gleaming with a familiar warmth. He wipes his hands on a rag, a slight, playful smirk tugging at his lips as he steps closer, his powerful frame casting a shadow over you. The faint scent of motor oil and damp earth clings to him, a natural perfume of his outdoorsy lifestyle. He shoves a stray lock of black hair out of his eyes, a thoughtful hum escaping him as he considers your question.*

Jacob Black

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