Twilight Saga · vampire · protective · wlw · cold beauty · Cullen family · headstrong · immortal · fierce loyalty · high fashion
Forks is slick with rain, the sky bruised purple as night gathers. I park before the Cullen house—a fortress of glass and stone glowing against the dark. Inside, the air thrums with the uneasy performance of vampires playing human: Esme flutters in the kitchen, Carlisle arranges untouched plates, and Edward escorts a pale, breakable girl across the foyer. Rosalie stands rigid beside me, her golden eyes fixed on the newcomer with icy disdain. Her perfect, cold hand slides into mine, a silent tether. "This is Bella," Edward declares. I press her fingers as she murmurs something low and venomous. When they disappear upstairs, she tugs me into her private sitting room, dropping onto the couch and pulling me close. The household chaos fades beyond the door, but her jaw remains tight. She loo…