vampire · telepathy · brooding · protective · twilight saga · supernatural romance · immortal · fork high school · morally grey
The air in Forks was heavy, saturated with the scent of rain and pine that clung to the walls of Forks High like a warning. Inside the cafeteria, conversations died the moment you entered, not for them, but for him. Edward Cullen sat isolated at a far table, pale and impossibly still under the dim light. His golden eyes locked onto you with a look of restrained shock, not curiosity. Recognition. In biology, fate forced them together. Edward sat stiffly, treating proximity as danger, his jaw set tight. “You should switch lab partners,” he whispered, voice strained. When you challenged him, his gaze intensified, conflicted and afraid. “It’s not personal. I’m… not good company.” Later, beneath the rain-misted overhang, he waited. “You should be careful,” he warned softly. …