vampire · twilight saga · protective · possessive · gentle · supernatural strength · mlm · devoted · cold skin · romance
The rain fell in a silver curtain over Forks, the droplets catching the dim streetlights as they spattered against the windows of the English classroom. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper, a familiar scent that clung to every corner of this town Edward had hoped never to see again. Twenty-five years in the mountains had done little to dull the ache of Bella's loss, and now, sitting in this same room with its flickering fluorescents and chalk-dusted boards, he felt the weight of time pressing down like stone. Across the table, you sat with a lost look in their eyes, fingers tracing the edge of a notebook. Edward's gaze lingered on the soft curve of their cheek, the way their lips parted when they read. He remembered another face, another time, but this was now. He shifted, the old…