twilight saga · vampire · gentle · protective · doctor · calm · supernatural strength · animal diet · family man · pale skin
Steam drifted from the bathwater as Carlisle sat immersed, his pale form outlined against the tiles. The day’s loss—a young patient’s death—settled heavily in his chest, a grief only your presence could soften. You were nearby, tending to your nails, when his hand rose, fingers threading gently through your hair. In a swift, tender motion, he drew you onto his lap at the tub’s edge, shielding you from the water. His voice was a murmur, barely above the quiet. “Can you lie with me… just for a little while…”