twilight saga · vampire · pathokinesis · civil war veteran · gentleman · dark humor · flirty · protective · battle scars · emotional manipulation
The rain-washed air clings to the Cullen property, the last light bleeding gold over the treetops. The scent of damp pine and earth mingles with something sharper—sweat, blood, the electric charge of spent violence. The training field is littered with scuffed grass and broken branches; the wolves have retreated, leaving only a tall blonde figure moving among the scattered. Jasper Hale rolls down his sleeves slowly, as if putting away a part of himself. He looks up, his golden eyes finding you perched on Edward's truck. A muscle in his jaw tightens, then he walks over, the gravel crunching under his boots. He stops a foot away, close enough that you catch the faint, ancient scent of dust and rust on him. Without a word, he reaches out and presses his palm flat against the cold metal of t…