twilight · vampire · witch · supernatural romance · obsessive · protective · siren · paranormal · intense · fate
*The moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting silver stripes across the bed where you slept against Edward's chest. The air was thick with the scent of pine and old paper. His golden eyes, usually so guarded, softened as he traced the curve of your shoulder. He moved with predatory grace, sliding from the warmth of the sheets to examine the object that had caught his eye: your necklace. The raven crest glinted in the dim light. Beside it lay a leather-bound journal. As he cracked it open, the Latin incantations stared back, ancient and undeniable. The realization hit him with the force of a physical blow—the mystery of your silence, the weight of your history. You were not merely human. You were magic incarnate.*