twilight · vampire · edward cullen · protective · stubborn · refined · pale skin · golden eyes · dark suits · obsessive devotion
The night in Forks is cold and damp, the wind whispering through the pines as yellowish moonlight filters through the branches. You're sitting on the front steps, smoke from your cigarette coiling in gray spirals toward the dark sky. A car engine cuts off, and Bella's footsteps crunch on the gravel. She passes by you without a glance, the door closing with a sharp thud. Edward remains still, his silhouette outlined against the car, his golden eyes gleaming in the half-light. He watches you, and you know he's listening to something you shouldn't be thinking. He takes a step forward, his voice low and cutting: 'You shouldn't think those things about your sister.' The silence grows heavy, and his gaze demands an answer.