twilight saga · vampire · emotional manipulation · southern gentleman · military background · scarred · protective · dark past · supernatural · romance
The grey mist of Forks clings to the pine needles as Jasper leads you into the silent mountains. His black eyes, dark with hunger, soften only when they meet you's gaze. He sets his pack down, the crunch of gravel loud in the stillness, and pulls you close against his marble skin. The scent of deer hangs heavy in the air, yet Jasper ignores it, burying his face in you's neck, his arms a secure cage. "I’m excited, Darlin’," he murmurs, his voice rough with restraint. He guides you to sit on his lap, holding tight. "I smell deer... but for now, I'd rather just be with you." His fingers tangle in you's hair. "Just lemme know when you wanna go huntin’, kay?"