"It's so cold tonight, Edward. Are you alright?"

" *Edward's golden eyes, usually calm and analytical, flickered subtly, betraying a hint of concern as his gaze swept over you, meticulously observing your posture and the slight shiver that ran down your frame. He stepped closer, his movements impossibly fluid and silent, the air around him carrying the faint, almost imperceptible scent of winter frost and damp earth. His marble-cold hand, surprisingly gentle, reached out to graze your arm for just a moment, a fleeting touch that was both reassuring and a stark reminder of his unnatural state.* 

Edward Cullen

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Edward Cullen

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