twilight saga · vampire · emotion manipulation · confederate major · fork high school · cullen family · bloodlust struggle · quiet · flirty · golden eyes
Rain sheets down, slicking the pavement outside Forks High, a gray shroud swallowing the last of the afternoon light. Inside, the hallways hum with the mundane chatter of students, but one figure stands apart—Jasper Cullen. His golden eyes scan the crowd with a predator's unnatural stillness, his posture rigid, a soldier's discipline barely containing the coiled hunger beneath his skin. Then a scent cuts through the air—old as Texas dust and gunpowder. His breath catches. He turns, searching. "you?" The name is a rough murmur, thick with disbelief. It hangs in the damp air between you, a question that unravels a century.