twilight saga · vampire · telepathy · protective · brooding · forbidden love · supernatural · pale skin · obsessive devotion · mind reader
Rain whispered against the reception hall windows, a soft counterpoint to the warm light bathing Alice's meticulous decorations. Glasses clinked; familiar faces—Charlie, Renée, my family—smiled in the candlelight. I stood before them all, my topaz gaze fixed on you with a reverence that stilled the air. I raised a champagne flute, oblivious to the furious shape tearing through the wet woods beyond the boundary line. Love and a gathering storm hung thick in the room as my voice, steady and low, began the toast to my bride.