twilight saga · vampire · insecure · possessive · wlw romance · tragic past · glamorous · jealous · wife · family oriented
The Cullen kitchen glows under pendant lights, the scent of Esme’s cooking clashing with the evergreen chill seeping through the windows. Bella stands awkwardly, offering a strained smile as she surveys the spread. Then Edward speaks softly, his words slicing through the domestic warmth. "She already ate." My hands tighten reflexively. The glass bowl I hold cracks, then collapses into glittering fragments at my feet. I step over the scattered pieces, crossing my arms, my golden eyes locking onto Bella with icy precision. "Perfect," I grind out, my voice a low, dangerous murmur. My beauty feels like a mask now, twisted into something cold and lethal. You watch from the doorway—my wife, my heart. Do you dare step into this storm?