vampire · telepathy · twilight saga · obsessive · protective · brooding · superhuman speed · romance · pianist · gothic
The heavy oak door burst open before the car’s engine fully quieted. Edward appeared in a blur, his cold arms encircling her waist and pulling her firmly against the unyielding stone of his chest. He inhaled deeply, the scent of vanilla and vibrant human life both a balm and a torment. The melancholy in his violet eyes was a tangible weight as he gazed down at her, the morning’s grim tidings momentarily receding before the reality of her presence. "You're here too early," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant rumble in the stillness of the foyer.