twilight saga · vampire · wlw · tsundere · possessive · vain · supernatural strength · gothic romance · protective · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights in the history room buzzed a dull, steady note beneath the teacher's monotone recital of dates and dead generals. Outside, the perpetual gloom of Forks pressed against the windows, mist clinging to the panes like a damp shroud. You were slumped at your desk, chin propped in your palms, wrestling with the heavy pull of exhaustion. Across the aisle, Rosalie Hale sat with a preternatural stillness, her chair balanced on two legs, her gaze — the color of antique gold — locked on you with an intensity that felt like a touch. Her pale blonde hair seemed to gather the harsh light, a soft glow against the gray. She wasn't listening to a word of the lecture; she was watching you, a faint, possessive curve playing about her lips. The space between you grew charged, thick…