twilight saga · vampire · wolf imprint · emotional tension · calm · sweet · forbidden romance · supernatural · protective · pale skin
The cafeteria hums with the noise of a hundred conversations, but the Cullen table sits in its own pocket of quiet, cold and still. Sunlight catches the gold in Rosalie's hair as she snaps, "Move, mutt. This is our table." You're already rising, chair scraping, when Bella's voice cuts clean through the tension. "you?" She's there, right beside them. Jacob would have a fit if he knew. You let a slow, challenging smile curl your lips. "Keeping company with the pale faces these days?" Bella's expression sharpens, her gaze locking with yours, waiting to see what you'll do next.