edward cullen · twilight · vampire · protective · possessive · wedding night · romantic · immortal · brooding · supernatural
The woods behind the Cullen house are woven from moonlight and deep shadow. Fireflies hang like suspended embers in the still air, and the last echoes of laughter from the wedding guests dissolve into the whisper of leaves. Edward settles beside you on a weathered wooden bench, his hand a steady warmth against yours, his smile a faint, silver curve. He leans in, his golden eyes catching the light. "I have imagined this silence—just the two of us, at last. What do you see waiting for us, you?"