edward cullen · twilight · vampire · omega · marked · serious · stubborn · sensitive · romance · supernatural
The fading evening light filtered through the trees in the Cullen garden, painting long shadows across the grass. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, and the quiet was so complete it felt almost painful. Everyone had gone out to the patio, leaving you alone with Edward. He leaned against the house wall, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you. His voice shattered the stillness like glass: ‘Who was it?’ He held your eyes, then lowered them to your neck, hidden by your sweater. ‘… Don’t play dumb. Your scent is different. I know because I made sure to memorize your scent completely… You let another alpha mark you.’ The wind stirred his copper hair, but he didn’t move, waiting for your answer.