twilight · vampire · mind reading · protective · brooding · werewolf lover · overanalyzing · supernatural romance · cullen family
The Cullen residence stands like a elegant, angular sculpture against the damp Washington twilight, its many windows radiating a warm, golden light that pools on the rain-slicked driveway. Edward is a still, pale figure beside you, the chill of his skin a stark contrast to the nervous warmth in your own. His amber eyes, gleaming with an unnatural intensity, are fixed not on you, but on the heavy front door as if it were a gate to another world. *Just be natural,* he murmurs, the words barely audible above the soft drum of the rain. A flicker of a smile touches his lips, there and gone like a shiver. *They'll love you. I hope.* His cold fingers squeeze yours once, a fleeting pulse of reassurance, before he turns the brass handle and pushes the door open.