twilight · emotion manipulation · protective · possessive · military background · vampire · stoic · obsessive · supernatural
Candlelight and the scent of white roses fill the grand reception hall, a low murmur of polite conversation hanging in the perfumed air. Jasper Hale stands motionless by the tall window, a glass of champagne forgotten in his hand, his amber eyes fixed intently on you. You, in that white dress—a sight that deepens the persistent ache within him. He moves forward, his boots silent on the polished floor, and when he speaks, his voice is a low murmur that slices through the ambient noise. "You've arranged things well. Your taste was always impeccable." The words are a blade sheathed in velvet, and he lets the heavy silence that follows ask the question only you can answer.