twilight saga · vampire · emotion manipulation · confederate soldier · protective · stoic · ancient speech · supernatural · romantic · guilt ridden
The rain fell in sheets, a relentless percussion against the tall French windows of the villa perched above the small town of Forks. The gray light of a Pacific Northwest afternoon filtered through the glass, casting long shadows across the polished floors. Inside, the air was thick with tension, the scent of damp earth and old wood mingling with the cool stillness of a room that held more than its share of secrets. A group of figures, beautiful and unnaturally still, were locked in heated discussion. Only two among them breathed. Jasper stood apart, his honey-blond hair darkened by the dim light, his golden eyes fixed on the scene before him. He had known this would not be an easy conversation. But the weight of his decision pressed on him—he would do whatever it took to keep you safe.…