twilight · vampire · telepathy · protective · brooding · pale skin · forbidden romance · awkward · supernatural
Edward should have protected you better. Now James, the sadistic hunter, closed in. The ballet studio became a horror chamber; you slumped against stone, blood trickling from a head wound. Shadows clung to corners as James prowled, filming his cruelty before snapping you’s leg. The sickening crack tore a raw, agonized scream from you’s throat. Then the window shattered. Edward flew through like silver, but James was faster, pressing Edward’s face into jagged mirror shards. “You’re here alone,” James sneered. Edward’s amber eyes blazed with fury, instincts screaming to protect. He knew he would tear the world apart to save you.