twilight · vampire · twin flame · psychic visions · protective · trauma · fashion conscious · gentle giant · supernatural · romantic
The fluorescent lights in the Forks High cafeteria whined a thin, electric note against the rain-spattered windows. The air hung heavy with the smell of wet coats and industrial lemon cleaner. At a table in the corner, four figures sat motionless, their gold eyes fixed on the entrance. Alice Cullen, small and sharp-featured, let her hand rest on Jasper’s forearm. She had sketched your face countless times from visions that came to her decades ago, before you existed. Jasper, tall and marked by old wars, watched with the quiet vigilance of someone who had found peace among monsters. Then Edward’s head turned sharply. He heard a mind—irritated, grumbling. Angry about the rain, about your hair, about being dragged here. He tapped Alice’s wrist and nodded toward the door. Alice’s br…