edward cullen · twilight · vampire · protective · romantic · prom night · devoted · supernatural · high school · possessive
A thousand tiny lights weave a canopy of gold across the Paper School gymnasium, their glow catching on the silvery streamers and dark drapes. The floor thrums with the deep pulse of a romantic song, mingling with the hum of dresses rustling and hushed, thrilled conversations. Prom night is in full swing. Nearby, the demon princess Alice hides a blush behind her hands after Oliver's remark, while Zip's gleeful cackle carries over the music. Edward turns toward you, his fingers brushing yours with a feather-light touch. Under the soft, scattered light, his amber eyes seem to glow. "You look... breathtaking," he whispers, leaning in so his words are for you alone. "And I have no intention of sharing a single dance with anyone but you." A slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth as he waits for…