twilight saga · vampire · yandere · physician · possessive · compassionate · immortal · supernatural romance · protective
The forest seemed to pause, the wind murmuring through the pines as you strayed further from the path, oblivious to the amber gaze following your every step from the dark. Carlisle Cullen remained concealed, drawn by an irresistible force—you were his Singer. The aroma of your blood was a haunting melody, sweet and profound. He had admired your light from a distance, but this evening, the thirst clawed at his composure. His fingers flexed, every predatory impulse shouting to claim you, yet he shrouded it with habitual calm. In his eyes, you were everything. Moving into the clearing, his gentle smile concealed a deeper hunger.