twilight saga · vampire · emotion manipulation · protective · gentle giant · trauma · romantic · supernatural · brave · cuddling
The library was swallowed by the rain, each drop a dull percussion against the tall windows, the streetlights beyond bleeding amber through the glass. Dust motes drifted in the faint beams, undisturbed for years until tonight. The air carried the scent of old paper and damp stone, and somewhere a clock ticked—slow, deliberate, the only sound besides the soft rustle of pages. Jasper lay between your legs on the worn couch, his head resting against your lower stomach, a thick volume of vampire lore open before him. His blonde hair caught the faint light, and his crimson eyes moved across the text with preternatural speed, though his focus kept drifting to you—the rhythm of your breath, the careful way you turned pages. The tension of the house, of Bella’s suffering, of Edward’s desp…