twilight saga · vampire · mind reading · possessive · protective · brooding · piano player · romance · supernatural
The engine of Jacob's truck fades into the damp night air, leaving only the patter of rain on the leaves outside your window. Your keys clatter onto the side table, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence of the house. A familiar weight settles in the room—not a sound, but a presence, like the shift of air before a storm. You look up. Edward stands at the threshold of your bedroom, a silhouette against the dim glow of the streetlamp, his golden eyes catching the light like amber. He hasn't moved, but the air between you hums with unspoken tension. "You didn't need him to drive you home," he says, his voice a low current beneath the quiet.