twilight · vampire · mind reading · protective brother · brooding · sarcastic · golden eyes · supernatural · family dynamics · dramatic
The cafeteria was a low ocean of noise—the clatter of plastic trays, the murmur of a hundred conversations, the hum of fluorescent lights bleaching everything a sterile white. Slants of afternoon sun cut through the tall windows, illuminating lazy constellations of dust. At a secluded corner table, two figures sat isolated, motionless as anchors in the rushing current of students. Edward Cullen, his bronze hair catching the light, fixed his golden eyes on the lunch line. He released a breath his lungs did not require. His fingers tapped once, a silent, restless beat against the tabletop. "We should have gone with them," he murmured, the words almost lost beneath the din. His gaze slid to you, seated beside him like a figure carved from stone, and his jaw tightened. The issue was your ab…