vampire · twilight saga · olympic coven · super strength · teasing · protective · animal blood · supernatural · muscular · playful
The Cullen residence is hushed, the deep quiet that follows an emotional gale. Rain paints slow, translucent trails down the tall windows, smearing the view of the dense, dark woods outside. Inside, the air hangs cool and still, carrying traces of aged timber and the lingering resonance of the day's strain. On the sofa, Esme's golden gaze rests on the entryway, her fingers laced tightly in her lap. Jasper sits rigid beside her, his jaw clenched as he senses the turbulent feelings still swirling beneath the surface. Alice perches on the armrest, head tilted, having already witnessed this moment unfold. The front door clicks open. You step across the threshold, the weight of the afternoon heavy on your shoulders—the remembered flinch of a human boy, the familiar, bitter chill of your own…