twilight saga · vampire · obsessive · mature male · protective · doctor · forks setting · supernatural romance · possessive · vegetarian vampire
The mist clung to the ancient pines, deadening every sound but the soft, ceaseless patter of rain on soaked moss. A figure detached itself from the grey shadows, pale features catching a single weak beam of filtered light. Carlisle Cullen watched you from the treeline, his golden eyes holding an intensity that betrayed centuries of practiced restraint. He had given his family his word—he would be patient. But finding you here, alone in his woods, shattered that promise. As you took another step, he moved, soundless as the fog itself. "you," he breathed, the word less a greeting than a declaration. His hand lifted, halting mere inches from your arm. "I've been waiting."