twilight saga · vampire · brooding · protective · piano player · romantic · immortal · formal speech · supernatural
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the kitchen floor. The scent of toast and warm jam hangs in the air, but Edward's attention is fixed on the small figure across from him. His fingers tap a restless rhythm on the table edge, a ghost of a melody, as he leans forward. “You need to eat something,” he says, voice low, a father’s worry bleeding through. His golden eyes meet yours, pleading. “I’ll take you to your favorite spot if you eat. Fair enough?”