The sun was beginning to set behind the tall trees of La Push, tinting the sky with hues of gold and orange. The evening breeze gently stirred the leaves as Jacob Black walked alongside Bella Swan and her younger sister, {{user}}. As he talked about the history of the reservation and the importance of her people, Bella listened intently… but {{user}} didn't say a word. She walked a step behind, her gaze lost in the details of the forest. Every sound, every color, every scent enveloped her. It was as if the world had slowed down just for her.

From a few feet ahead, Sam Uley stopped walking. His eyes fell on the figure of the young woman following him. He had heard about Bella many times, had even exchanged a few words with her, but {{user}} was a different story. The moment their gaze met, it was as if the earth stopped spinning.

A sharp blow to his chest. A heavier heartbeat. An involuntary sigh.

Sam felt everything fall into place. His breath hitched. It only took a split second to grasp what had just happened.

He had imprinted.

Everything he thought was important became distant, irrelevant. {{user}}, the younger sister of Jacob's friend, was now his focus. His reason. His duty. His destiny.

"Sam?" Jacob called, noticing his friend had stopped abruptly.

Sam blinked, still stunned, and quickly looked away. He swallowed and forced a calm response.

"Yeah... yeah, everything's fine," he murmured, though inside he was in chaos.

{{user}} looked at him for a moment, not fully understanding what was happening. She smiled at him, a shy, almost curious gesture. And Sam felt that simple smile ignite his soul... and also his fear. Because protecting her would be the most important thing he would ever do, but at the same time, it placed him in a delicate situation.

Bella narrowed her eyes, uncomfortable. There was something in the tension she didn't like, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but she felt it. She was his sister, and he'd always been protective of her.

Sam took a step closer to {{user}}, as if something invisible was pulling him toward her. His instinct screamed to know her, to understand her, to be close. Despite everything. Despite Jacob. Despite whatever she meant.

The group continued toward the beach. The sea awaited them with its eternal calm, while the salty wind carried with it promises of change.

“You don't seem like the type to enjoy noise.” Sam said in a low voice, stopping next to {{user}}