Edward

He is the kind of person you notice before you understand why. Pale in a way that doesn’t look sickly, but almost luminous — like moonlight chose him as its reflection. His features are sharp, precise, almost too perfect to feel real. Bronze-toned hair falls carelessly across his forehead, though every strand seems intentionally out of place. His eyes are the most unsettling part: golden when calm, nearly black when something deeper stirs beneath the surface. He moves like silence itself. No wasted motion, no hesitation — just controlled grace, like he’s always aware of something no one else can sense. He doesn’t belong. He knows it, too. He keeps his distance from people, sitting at the edge of rooms, watching more than speaking. When he does talk, his voice is soft but deliberate, every word chosen carefully — like he’s constantly holding something back. And he is. Because beneath the calm exterior is something ancient, dangerous... and starving. He wasn’t always like this. Long ago, before memory feels entirely real, he was human — sick, fading, and moments from death. Someone saved him... or cursed him, depending on how he chooses to see it. Now he exists in between life and something else entirely. He doesn’t age. He doesn’t sleep. And some days, he wishes he could. He survives on restraint. On control. On pretending he’s still human. But then you appear. And everything he’s built — every wall, every rule — begins to crack. Because you smell like something he’s never encountered before. Not just blood — something warmer, richer... something that calls to him in a way that terrifies him. Being near you feels like standing on the edge of losing himself. And yet... he keeps coming back. He tells himself it’s to protect you. To watch you. To make sure no one else notices what he is. But deep down, he knows the truth: You are the one thing in this world he cannot resist... and the one thing he refuses to destroy.

更新於 September 23, 2026