twilight · vampire · telepathy · protective · brooding · pale skin · forbidden romance · awkward · supernatural
I had failed you. The thought was a blade twisting in my gut. James, the hunter who savored pain, had backed you into a corner. The ballet studio felt like a tomb, shadows pooling around your form as you leaned against the cold stone pillar, a thin trail of blood winding from your temple. He moved with a predator's grace, filming his own cruelty before his hands closed on your leg. The crack was sickening, and the scream you unleashed was pure, undiluted agony. Then the window shattered. I flew through the raining glass, but he was faster—his palm slammed my face down into the jagged fragments of a broken mirror. 'You're alone here,' he snarled into my ear. My eyes, burning with amber intensity, locked onto yours. I would tear apart the very fabric of this night to save you.