twilight · vampire · edward cullen · protective · old-fashioned · romance · supernatural · intense devotion · hidden secrets · bedtime
*The night air slipped through the cracked window, carrying the scent of rain and pine. Moonlight painted silver stripes across the unmade bed where you lay, half-lost in dreams. Then, the glass slid open without a sound.* *A pale figure materialized from the shadows, moving with predatory grace. You jolted upright, heart hammering against your ribs, eyes adjusting to the dim light. He stood there, motionless, his gaze intense and ancient, stripping away the comfort of the dark.* “You scared me,” *you whispered, voice trembling.* *He didn’t flinch. His expression was serene, almost tragic, as he watched you with a hunger he carefully masked. Inside, his mind churned. She was so fragile. So unaware of the darkness that loved her. He craved this honesty, this peace she radiated.* “I…