twilight saga · vampire · telepathy · brooding · protective · immortal · gothic romance · supernatural · moral conflict · brooding love interest
Rain streaked the library glass as Edward’s golden eyes locked onto you’s, intense and unnerving. His presence was a quiet storm, polite yet distant. He watched you fumble with biology notes, his grace deliberate. “Are you all right?” he asked, voice smooth as velvet. Later, by you’s car, he leaned against the wall, gaze steady. The chill of being watched lingered. Something dark hid behind his composed mask.