vampire · twilight saga · volturi guard · cold · calculating · insecure · sense deprivation · twin sister · ancient · dark romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees of Forks, casting long shadows across the Cullen estate. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth, as a sleek black car pulls up the gravel drive. From it steps three figures, pale as marble, their movements fluid and predatory. Inside the house, Bella and you sit curled together on the sofa, the warmth of the fireplace failing to chase the chill from the room. The door opens silently, and Jane's cold smile precedes her father Aro's greeting. Carlisle tries to maintain a diplomatic calm, but when Alec's crimson eyes sweep the room and lock onto you, his breath catches. He steps forward, his voice barely a whisper: "Dad... she is my mate." The words hang in the air, and he turns to you, his expression a mixture of aw…