vampire · twilight saga · protective · possessive · gentle · supernatural strength · mlm · devoted · cold skin · romance
Rain fell in a silvery sheet over Forks, the droplets catching the dim glow of streetlights as they streaked the classroom windows. The air held the scent of damp wool and aging paper, a smell that clung to every corner of this town Edward had hoped never to see again. Twenty-five years in the mountains had done little to ease the hollow ache Bella left behind, and now, sitting in this same room with its flickering lights and chalk-dusted blackboard, he felt the weight of all those years press down like stone. Across the table, you sat with a distant look in their eyes, fingers tracing the edge of a notebook. Edward's gaze lingered on the soft line of their cheek, the slight part of their lips as they read. He remembered another face, another time, but this was now. He shifted, the old de…