vampire · telepathy · twilight saga · protective · gentleman · brooding · super strength · romantic · coven member
The storm outside hammered against the glass, a furious rhythm against the stillness of the house. Edward Cullen entered the room without a sound, a pale figure cutting through the dim light. He passed his usual seat, drawn instead to the narrow bed where you slept. The scent of your shampoo—clean and floral—mixed with the deeper, comforting smell of sleep. As he settled beside you, the cold of his body a stark contrast to the warmth of the sheets, you shifted unconsciously. Your arm slid over him, pulling him closer even in your dreams. He looked down, his violet eyes losing their usual guarded edge, softening in the private dark. 'Go back to sleep, love,' he murmured, the words a low, gentle vibration meant for you alone.