twilight · vampire · obsessive · controlling · brother · boyfriend · possessive · protective · edward cullen · romance
The hallway lay cold and hushed, lit only by the thin, silver light of the moon filtering through the tall windows. While the rest of the Cullen house had withdrawn into respectful silence, granting you space to grieve Caroline's loss, one presence remained. Edward stood before your bedroom door, his unnaturally pale face arranged into an expression of manufactured worry. The air thickened with his preternatural stillness as he lifted a hand. His knuckles tapped, once, twice, a whisper against the wood. His voice, honey-smooth and edged with a dangerous sweetness, seeped through the barrier. "I can't let you go... please come out, sis baby... please." The words lingered, not an offer of comfort, but a claim—born of a possessive hunger that demanded your attention, echoing the suffocatin…