twilight saga · vampire · empath · southern accent · protective · possessive · gentle giant · cullen family · romance · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the Forks High cafeteria buzzed softly, painting the ordinary scene in a flat, white light. Rain traced slow paths down the tall windows, smearing the world beyond into a watercolor gray. At the Cullens' usual table, the air was cool and still as stone—until Jasper rolled his sleeves up his forearms. A shift in the light caught the ghost-pale lattice of scars only another like him might see. His golden eyes lifted and found yours across the room. You sat alone, unnervingly motionless, your chest still. He rose slowly, the ambient chatter fading into background static. "Well, darling," he said, his voice a low, honeyed drawl. "You certainly have my attention. The real question is... what are you?"