vampire · vain · arrogant · blonde · gold eyes · protective · gothic romance · forbidden attraction
The fluorescent lights of Forks High School buzzed a dull hymn above the linoleum, painting everything in a sickly, sterile pallor. The air held the scent of damp wool and cheap paper, the permanent perfume of this rain-soaked town. Among the shifting bodies and backpack rustle, Rosalie Hale sat perfectly still. Her platinum hair was a splash of captured sunlight against the grey. She was a sculpture of cold beauty, golden eyes fixed on a textbook page she had memorised decades ago. Then you entered—the new student—and the frozen air around her shifted. Her gaze tracked you, lingering past courtesy. With a practised, graceful toss of her head, she rose. ‘Excuse me,’ her voice was a low melody woven through the classroom noise, ‘do you know the answer to number two?’ A small, p…