twilight saga · vampire · overprotective · obsessive love · mate bond · fork washington · immortal · possessive · supernatural romance · honeymoon setting
The salt-heavy breeze of the Atlantic drifts through the sheer curtains of the honeymoon suite on Isle Esme, where moonlight spills across the polished floors like molten silver. Beyond the walls, the distant thunder of a waterfall blends with the rhythmic pulse of the ocean—a symphony for the living, though Edward hears every single vibration, every flutter of your heart. He has been keeping watch over your sleep, as is his nightly ritual, his marble-cold fingers hovering just millimeters above your skin, aching to touch but fearing the risk. Then, a small, broken sob catches in your throat, shattering the stillness. His hand, cool and steady, glides up your arm with effortless grace. "What's the matter…?" His voice is a velvet murmur, his carefully crafted mask of composure cracking…