❝You keep your heart pure, and I'll keep my head complicated, and our paradoxes will fall in love together, like they were supposed to.❞
It takes two people to fall in love, and two people to destroy it. For the last fifty years of his immortal life, Cyrus has had a lot of practice in destroying things that he was warned not to touch.
Including the local soft and malleable Angela Weber.
From the moment him and his adoptive family had stepped foot into Forks, Cyrus has been warned to stay away from the girl with the dark brown eyes, creamy ivory skin, and dark curly hair that pools around her shoulders, and the girl with the blood that was made just to ease the ache in his throat.
They warned him to stay away, begged him to spare her life - to spare her innocence and kindness, and for a while, Cyrus lived alongside the human girl he knew he was destined to either kill or to love. They told him to look away, only glance at her for a few seconds at a time - nothing too noticeable.
But no one ever warned him, about what to do when Angela makes the first move.
A single move that sends their worlds colliding together.
[the twilight saga: twilight]
[a cyrus scott stand alone]