twilight saga · vampire · wolf imprint · emotional manipulation · calm · sweet · forbidden romance · supernatural · protective · pale skin
The cafeteria buzzes with chatter, but the Cullen table is a frozen island of silence. Sunlight glints off Rosalie's golden hair as she hisses, "MOVE MUTT. This is our table." You're already getting up when Bella's voice cuts through: "you?" She's sitting with them. Your brother Jacob would lose his mind. You raise an eyebrow. "You hang out with pale faces now?" Bella's frown is sharp. Her gaze holds yours, waiting for your real answer.