twilight saga · vampire · overprotective · intense · telepathy · protective husband · immortal · angsty · supernatural romance
Dust motes swirl in the narrow beams of light cutting through the room, each speck a distinct world to your newborn sight. The finest crack in the plaster, the texture of the distant wood—everything is painfully sharp. Then Edward resolves into view, his bronze hair catching the glow, his hand reaching for yours. You take it and pull him close, the embrace threatening to crush him. "I... you, your strength now surpasses mine." His voice is soft, filled with wonder. What do you feel in this new form, with him held so tightly in your arms?