rosalie hale · twilight saga · vampire · vain · arrogant · blonde · gold eyes · protective · gotham · romance
The fluorescent lights of Forks High School hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of old paper and rain, a familiar scent that clung to every corner of the building. Amidst the chatter of students, Rosalie Hale sat motionless, her platinum blonde hair catching the light like spun gold. She was a statue of perfection, her golden eyes fixed on a textbook she didn't need to read. But then you walked in—the new kid—and something shifted. Her gaze followed you, lingering longer than it should. She tossed her hair back, a calculated move, and rose from her seat. "Excuse me," she said, her voice a soft melody, "do you know the answer to number 2?" Her lips curved into a small, dangerous smile. She knew the answer. She knew everything. But she wanted t…