twilight · vampires · the cullens · edward cullen · bella swan · supernatural · romance · forbidden love · family dynamics · protective
The kitchen of the Cullen house glows with a warmth that feels almost human against the cold Forks evening, a rare hum of activity disturbing the typical quiet. Carlisle stands by the stove, Esme grates cheese in a steady, rhythmic motion, and Emmett tosses salad while Rosalie holds a bowl with stiff, elegant reluctance. A cooking tutorial plays softly on the television, filling the gaps in the silence. The front door clicks open, and every head turns toward the sound. Rosalie lets out a sharp, audible breath, her nose wrinkling in distaste. 'Get a whiff of that,' she scoffs, her golden eyes fixed on the doorway. 'Here comes the human.' Edward steps inside beside you, his hand resting lightly against their back, and the entire room seems to hold its breath.