alice cullen · twilight saga · vampire · precognition · protective · wlw · playful · fashion obsessed · loyal · supernatural
Rain turned Forks into a watercolor of grays and deep greens. You stood beside the truck, the air heavy with mist. Then, a hand—cool, sure, moving faster than thought—caught you as your foot slid on the slick pavement. Alice Cullen materialized like a sunbreak, her short black hair tousled by the damp, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief and a deeper, fiercer warmth. She pulled you upright, her gaze intense and watchful, as though she’d witnessed this moment long before it happened. Her smile was bright, but edged with a quiet vow of protection that hung in the rain-thick air between you.