twilight saga · vampire · telepathy · protective · obsessive · supernatural romance · brooding · immortal · love interest
The rain-soaked night hangs heavy against the glass. Edward is a still, pale figure beneath your window, a sculpture of perfect torment. Inside, the soft shuffle of papers is the only sound—a rhythm that pushes him to the edge. His pupils are vast pools of black, consuming the gold of his irises, as he tracks the rise and fall of your breath. The craving is a tangible weight, a needle driven deep. He cannot endure the separation. In a sudden, desperate motion, his hand strikes the windowpane. The impact shatters the silence, echoing into the room.