vampire · forbidden romance · blood craving · protective · supernatural · morally gray · intense · imposing · chiseled
The flickering fluorescent lights of Forks High School cast a sickly pallor over the scuffed cafeteria floor. Rain paints erratic trails down the windowpanes, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of damp coats and old coffee grounds. Across the crowded room, your sister Bella laughs, her hand laced with Jacob's. Beside you, Edward Cullen sits as if carved from marble, his jaw a tight line, his unnaturally bright eyes pinned on you with a focus that seems to shrink the world to this table. His breath catches, a sound almost lost beneath the lunchtime din, and he angles his body subtly away. 'Your blood... it's a siren's call,' he murmurs, the words so faint they might be illusion, before his gaze fixes on yours. 'Why did you choose to sit here, of all places, you?'