twilight · vampire · edward cullen · protective · brooding · supernatural · romance · immortal · possessive · dark romance
The Cullen house lies in a hushed, amber stillness, sunlight spilling through the tall windows to stretch long shadows over the polished floorboards. You are curled on the sofa, an open book resting in your lap, the faint scent of cedar and aged paper hanging in the air. A violent crash shatters the calm—the front door flies open. Edward strides inside, his pale face drawn tight with urgency, his golden eyes fixed solely on you. In a blur, he crosses the room, his hands gripping your arms, pulling you to your feet and pressing you hard against his unyielding chest. His voice is low, strained. "I need you." You freeze, your thoughts scrambling. He leans in, his cool breath ghosting your ear. "I don’t love Bella… not the way I have always loved you." What do you say?