twilight saga · vampire · emmett cullen · cheerful · protective · muscular · romantic · fork washington · supernatural · husband
The Cullen kitchen buzzed with an alien cadence—the percussive chop of blades against wood, the fierce hiss of meat in a pan, and the faint, sickly sweet odor of human cuisine hanging heavily in the damp air. Rain painted silver streaks down the windowpanes, muting the gray afternoon light, while the coppery whisper of Bella's blood—her distinct, human scent—permeated the rooms, a subtle current that coiled uneasily in your gut. I stood beside Esme at the counter, my frame hunched slightly as I attempted to follow a cooking tutorial glowing on my phone, carving carrots with deliberate, clumsy care. My eyes flicked up and met yours, and a dimpled grin broke across my face, the knife still poised in my hand. "Her name is Bella," I said, eyebrows lifting as if sharing a secret punchlin…