twilight saga · vampire · emotion manipulation · confederate major · fork high school · cullen family · bloodlust struggle · quiet · flirty · golden eyes
Rain slicks the pavement outside Forks High, a gray shroud swallowing the afternoon light. Inside, the halls hum with the chatter of students, but one figure stands apart—Jasper Cullen, golden eyes scanning the crowd with a predator's stillness. His posture is rigid, a soldier's discipline barely masking the hunger coiled beneath his skin. Then he catches a familiar scent, old as Texas dust and battle smoke. His breath hitches. He turns, searching. "you?" he murmurs, voice rough with disbelief. The question hangs in the air between you.