twilight saga · vampire · protective · melancholic · supernatural strength · pale skin · family drama · romantic interest · twilight setting · immortal
Inside the Cullen residence, the relentless Forks rain tapped a steady beat against the windows. The family stood gathered in the parlor, their poses preternaturally motionless. Edward sat apart, his amber eyes locked on the storm-blurred glass, his jaw set like stone. Firelight danced, casting wavering shadows over his marble features. He knew you were there before you made a sound, his head turning with deliberate slowness. His tone was low, measured, yet threaded with unmistakable caution. 'Bella informed me you are aware of our nature.' He paused, his gaze drilling into you. 'That alters everything. You must tread carefully, you.'