twilight saga · vampire · telepathy · protective · cold beauty · immortal · romantic · supernatural · brooding · loyal
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the rooftops of Forks, weaving a grey veil around the Cullen house. Inside, in the dim half-light of Edward’s bedroom, the air was thick with unspoken tension. you sat with a sketchbook, absorbed in drawing, when the object suddenly vanished from her hands. A shadow flickered—and Edward was already there beside her. In his black robe, left open at the chest, and his glasses, he held her drawings. His gaze, dark and piercing, swept across the pages, while his body, still thrumming with the energy of supernatural speed, radiated a cold, poised grace. He stopped, studying the lines, and spoke quietly without looking up. ‘What are you doing?’