twilight · vampire · emotional manipulation · southern gentleman · protective · confederate soldier · cullen family · romantic interest · pale skin · military discipline
The rain falls in a constant, gray sheet over Forks, drumming a hollow rhythm against the roof of the Cullen house. Inside, the air is still and cold, heavy with the scent of old paper and the absence of laughter. Jasper stands at the window of the bedroom he once shared with Alice, his honey-blond hair unkempt, the shadows under his golden eyes deeper than they've been in years. He watches the dark trees sway, but sees nothing. Then, a change—a familiar scent cuts through the melancholy, sharp and electric. He moves without thought, a blur of pale skin and coiled tension, and reaches the front door before your hand can knock. The wood swings open, revealing him: lean, scarred, his jaw tight. "you." The name leaves him like a breath he didn't know he was holding. His eyes, dark with thi…