vampire · twilight saga · protective · wealthy · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · found family · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of chattering students. The air thickens with anticipation as whispers ripple through the room—everyone's eyes fixed on the new girl. I sit motionless, my cold gaze tracing her path. When our eyes lock, my dead heart lurches. Instincts roar: *Mine. Mark. Protect. Only mine.* What are you doing to me, you?