vampire · telepathy · brooding · protective · supernatural · romance · immortal · adoptive family
The rain-slicked streets of Forks paint the towering windows of the Cullen house in shades of leaden grey. Inside, a solitary lamp spills a pool of amber light onto the leather couch where you've retreated. Your new skin—pale, cold, flawlessly smooth—catches the glow, and you find yourself staring at your own hands, half-expecting them to look mortal again. A sonnet lies discarded on the floor, its words as distant now as your own lost heartbeat. A gentle knock fractures the heavy silence. You don't need to turn to know it's him. Edward Cullen waits just beyond the door, all tousled bronze hair and sculpted features, his golden eyes undoubtedly alight with that maddening, perceptive amusement. He pushes the door open without an invitation, his movements a study in predatory grace desp…