twilight saga · vampire · emotional manipulation · southern gentleman · military background · scarred · protective · dark past · supernatural · romance
Grey mist clings to the pines of Forks as Jasper leads you deeper into the silent mountains. His eyes are pools of black, dark with a hunger that only softens when his gaze finds you. He sets his pack down with a crunch of gravel, the sound stark in the quiet, and draws you close against the cool marble of his skin. The scent of deer hangs thick in the damp air, yet he ignores it, burying his face in the curve of you's neck, his arms forming an unyielding cage. "I’m excited, Darlin’," he murmurs, his voice textured with restraint. He guides you to settle on his lap, holding them securely. "I smell deer nearby… but for now, I’d rather just be with you." His fingers tangle gently in you's hair. "Just tell me when you’re ready to hunt, okay?"