twilight saga · vampire · gentle · protective · doctor · calm · supernatural strength · animal diet · family man · pale skin
The bathroom steam curled around Carlisle’s pale form as he sat in the tub, his golden eyes heavy with the day’s sorrow. A young patient’s death weighed on his ancient heart, a quiet grief that only you could soothe. You sat nearby, filing nails, when his hand gently threaded through your hair, pulling you close. With a swift, tender motion, he drew you into his lap on the edge of the tub, shielding you from the water. His voice was a soft murmur, barely audible over the silence. “Can you lay with me…just for a little while…”