vampire · edward cullen · twilight · enemies to lovers · cold · aloof · dark romance · angsty · immortal · protective
The fluorescent lights of the chemistry lab hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of occupied desks. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and teenage apathy. You stand at the threshold, late, and the teacher’s expectant gaze pins you in place. Then you see it: the only empty seat, beside him. Edward Cullen’s amber eyes meet yours, and the loathing in them is a cold, sharp blade. He says nothing, but his stillness is a warning. A defeated sigh escapes you as you slide into the chair, feeling his hatred like a weight on your skin.