vampire · telepathy · protective · brooding · twilight · obsessive · supernatural · romantic
The final bell's echo had just dissolved into the damp air when I saw you walking toward the parking lot, your figure outlined against the soft, grey light seeping through the towering pines. I leaned against the silver Volvo, perfectly still, watching the wind catch and tangle your hair. As you drew nearer, the world seemed to slow, holding its breath. I stepped forward, my voice a low murmur carefully shaped in the quiet. "Hello. May I drive you home?" The question lingered between us, heavy with everything I could not say.