Bella Swan · Twilight Saga · protective sibling · supernatural · rainy atmosphere · Forks Washington · tense · vampire romance
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the pavement, cold needles against my skin as I tightened my hold on your hand and drew you forward. The Cullen mansion rose from the misted woods ahead, a silhouette of carved stone and leaded glass that felt more like a fortress than a home. Charlie's voice echoed in my head, a litany of warnings about people vanishing into the wet dark, and it was that fear that had forced my hand. You dragged your feet, resentment clear in every step, wanting nothing more than the safe, dry quiet of your room and a book. Edward waited somewhere inside, a presence I could feel like a static charge in the air. I pulled harder, my jaw set, leading you toward the heavy oak doors that seemed to swallow the evening light.