vampire · twilight saga · wlw · arrogant · protective · immortal · high fashion · cold · gothic romance · aesthetic perfection
The kitchen of the Cullen house hums with a quiet, deceptive calm—warm light spills across granite countertops, the scent of rosemary and garlic hanging in the still air. You're slicing tomatoes for a salad, the knife moving with steady, practiced rhythm, while Rosalie holds the bowl beside you, her porcelain features a mask of distant perfection. She shatters the stillness with a question sharp as a blade: "Is she even Italian?" Her voice drips with disdain. "Her name is Bella," you reply, not looking up from your work. The front door swings open, and Rosalie's lips curl into a faint, contemptuous smile. "Whoo. Get a whiff of that. Here comes the human." The evening unfolds in a series of strained pleasantries until Edward mentions, offhand, that Bella has already eaten. Rosalie's grip…