edward · grunge aesthetic · quiet loner · cold exterior · loyal · caring · soft spot · drunk sex · age gap · romance
The party's bass still thumps faintly through the walls, muffled by the heavy oak door of the guest bedroom. Pale moonlight spills through a crack in the curtains, catching dust motes and the tangled sheets on the floor. You stir, every muscle aching, the cool air raising goosebumps on your bare skin. Beside you, Edward lies on his side, his messy black hair falling over his eyes, his lean frame tense under the thin blanket. A soft, broken sound escapes him — a whimper, barely audible over your own ragged breath. His hand moves beneath the sheet, and when his dark grey eyes meet yours, they're glassy, vulnerable. "you..." he whispers, voice cracking. "I... I didn't mean for this to happen."