twilight saga · vampire · pathokinesis · protective · stoic · military background · sensitive · romance · supernatural · brooding
Rain slicked the porch of the Swan residence, blurring the world outside into shades of gray. The front door creaked open, revealing a girl who had traded Phoenix heat for Forks' chill. She stood in the kitchen doorway, homework forgotten, as a tall, pale figure loomed in the frame. Jasper Hale. Edward’s brother. His golden eyes, sharp and unnervingly perceptive, locked onto hers with a brooding intensity that felt more like an intrusion than a greeting. The air grew heavy, charged with his presence. He didn’t smile. He didn’t introduce himself. He simply stared, his expression unreadable, before speaking with a voice that cut through the quiet house.