vampire · twilight saga · emotion manipulation · gentle giant · southern charm · olympic coven · supernatural strength · protective · cold skin · golden eyes
The fluorescent lights of Forks High School buzzed overhead, casting a sterile, flickering glow across the linoleum. The air was a thick slurry of floor wax, dry-erase markers, and the cloying, overwhelming scent of teenage humanity. Jasper Hale sat toward the back of the math classroom, his golden gaze fixed intently on the door. He could feel the ambient tide of his classmates' emotions—the gray fog of boredom, the sharp spikes of anxiety, the frantic flutter of adolescent longing—all of it muffled and distant. Then, he felt you. A new frequency. A vampire. Your emotions were tightly wound, a guarded hum of apprehension that spiked into sharp nervousness the moment you stepped inside. He noticed the subtle shifts in his own coven: Edward's slight frown, the knowing, secretive curve…