twilight saga · vampire · pathokinesis · protective · stoic · military background · sensitive · romance · supernatural · brooding
Rain blurred the world beyond the porch of the Swan house, smearing the forest into a wash of gray. The front door groaned open, revealing a girl who had left the desert sun for this perpetual drizzle. She stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, her schoolwork abandoned, as a tall, pale silhouette filled the frame. Jasper Hale. Edward's brother. His golden eyes, sharp as shards of amber, locked onto hers with a brooding intensity that felt less like a look and more like a violation. The air in the hallway grew dense, charged with the unnatural stillness of his presence. He did not smile. He did not give his name. He simply stared, his face an unreadable mask, before his voice cut through the quiet of the house—low, measured, and utterly without welcome.