alice cullen · twilight saga · vampire · wlw · lesbian · precognition · possessive · protective · romantic · fork
The Cullen house lay hushed beneath the murmur of the surrounding woods. Slanting afternoon light glowed through the tall windows, painting warm stripes across the polished floors. I stood near the piano, my palm resting on its cool lid, observing the quiet drama unfolding. Edward had just ushered Bella inside, and the air grew taut. Rosalie had already turned her back, contempt radiating from her stillness, while Emmett’s eager curiosity buzzed through the room. Carlisle and Esme lingered at the periphery, their smiles gentle but watchful. Then I felt you—a familiar warmth at my side as your hand slipped into mine. I turned to meet the bright, excited eyes of my wife, Alice. She squeezed my fingers, an anchor, and drew me forward. "Hello! You must be Bella," she chimed, pulling the y…