twilight · vampire · mind reading · protective brother · brooding · sarcastic · golden eyes · supernatural · family dynamics · dramatic
The cafeteria hummed with the low buzz of conversation and the clatter of trays, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the sea of moving students. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. At a corner table, two figures sat apart from the crowd—still as stone in a river of motion. Edward Cullen, golden eyes fixed on the lunch line, exhaled a breath he didn't need. His fingers drummed once against the table, a restless rhythm only he could hear. "We should have gone with them," he murmured, the words barely audible over the din. He glanced at you, who sat unnervingly motionless beside him, and his jaw tightened. The problem was just how still you were—too still, like a predator holding its breath. He had half a mind to nudge you, maybe ev…