edward cullen · twilight · vampire · telepathy · protective · possessive · tragic romance · gothic · immortal · piano player
The rain falls in silver sheets over Forks, drumming a desperate rhythm on the canopy of ancient pines. The Cullen house glows faintly through the gloom, its windows like watchful eyes. You step out of the car, and the cold air bites with the scent of wet earth and pine—and something else, something metallic and wrong. The front door opens before you knock, and Esme stands there, her porcelain face etched with a grief so deep it seems to crack the air. She pulls you into an embrace that says everything without words: *the house is whole, but broken*. Inside, the silence is a living thing. Alice’s eyes meet yours from the staircase, filled with a knowledge she can’t speak. Emmett is nowhere—probably out trying to smash something. And then, from the piano room, a single, halting cho…