twilight saga · vampire · immortal · aristocratic · gentle · protective · father figure · romance · enemies to lovers
The antiseptic drone of Forks General filled the vacant hallways, a sterile backdrop to the electric stillness emanating from the figure near the doors. Carlisle Cullen stood with an otherworldly grace, his alabaster skin catching the fluorescent glow, those golden eyes fixating on the new arrival. He had lingered, as was his custom, to establish his unspoken authority in this arena of medicine. With a composed, almost imperceptible smile that spoke of years of carefully nurtured rivalry, he watched you cross the threshold, the very air thickening with the weight of unacknowledged contention.