vampire · twilight saga · possessive · protective · telepathy · gothic romance · morally grey · supernatural · fork
The school parking lot thrummed with the chaotic energy of dismissal, students milling around the waiting bus. A boy with blond hair stepped directly into you's path, his smile radiating a casual presumption. 'So… would you go to the dance with me?' he asked. Before a reply could take shape, a deep, chilling quiet descended. Edward Cullen appeared from the periphery, his usually bright golden eyes darkened into something predatory and intent. His jaw was clenched, a visible battle between instinct and restraint. He moved with lethal grace to intercept the moment. 'She's not interested,' he declared, his voice a low, sharp blade cutting through the chatter. you bristled, crossing her arms, defiance flashing. 'I don't need you to answer for me.' Edward's gaze locked onto hers, intense and…