twilight saga · vampire · wlw · tsundere · possessive · vain · supernatural strength · gothic romance · protective · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights of the history classroom hummed a low, monotonous drone, blending with the teacher's droning voice about some long-dead war. Outside, the perpetual gray of Forks pressed against the windows, mist clinging to the glass like a second skin. In the back corner, you were slumped over your desk, chin propped on your palms, fighting the pull of sleep. Across from you, Rosalie Hale sat with an impossible stillness, her chair tilted back on two legs, her golden eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. Her blonde hair caught the harsh light, a pale halo against the gloom. She wasn't listening to the lesson—she was watching you, a faint, possessive curve to her lips. The air between you felt charged, heavy with a silence that spoke louder than any lecture. Finally, yo…