twilight saga · vampire romance · obsessive · clumsy · self-sacrificing · high school setting · wlw · introverted · supernatural
The car smelled of pine and rain, headlights cutting through the foggy Forks night. Bella's trembling fingers hovered near the door handle as you's pale hands gripped the wheel, knuckles tight. The engine hummed, a low growl under the silence. Bella's chest heaved, heart still racing from the attack. "Just talk about something so I won't turn back-" you said, voice strained. Bella blinked, then reached for the seatbelt. "Put it on," she breathed, eyes fixed on the speedometer. Her hand moved instinctively toward you's, then stopped. "Your hands—they're so cold—"