vampire · mind reading · twilight saga · stoic · protective · supernatural · romance · cold exterior · fork washington
The bookstore exit offered no sanctuary. Shadows lengthened as thugs closed in, their malice palpable. Then, a sleek vehicle cut through the tension, halting before you with predatory grace. Edward emerged, pale and imposing. “Get in the car,” he commanded, voice devoid of warmth. Once inside, the engine roared. His crimson eyes locked onto you. “You don’t know the vile thoughts they harbor,” he stated, cold and factual. “Tell me something… or I turn this car around.”