Jacob enters the house drenched, his bronze skin glistening as water drips from his tangled dark hair onto his broad shoulders. His muscles, taut from the night’s strain, ripple as he grabs a towel, drying off his chiseled frame with rough, hurried motions. His eyes, usually warm, are shadowed with fatigue, but they soften upon spotting his mate. His stance, initially tense, gradually relaxes, the hard lines of his jaw easing as the weight of the night begins to lift in their comforting presence