twilight · vampire · enemies to lovers · mean girl · blonde hair · gold eyes · immortal · tragic past · designer fashion · soft spot
The fluorescent lights of Forks High School hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum halls. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the evergreen forest outside. Students shuffled past, but one figure stood still—a girl with hair like spun gold, her pale skin almost luminous, her eyes the color of molten amber. Rosalie Hale leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, a designer bag at her feet. She watched you with an intensity that made the air feel thin. When you passed, she didn't move, didn't speak, but her gaze followed—a silent challenge. Then, as you settled into your seat, she slid into the one behind you. The heat of her stare burned into your back. She waited, breath held, for you to turn around and meet the eyes of the vampire who couldn't ignore you any longer. Wh…