charlie swan · twilight · protective · father figure · police chief · forks · awkward · loyal · realistic · romance
The day's last light slants through the kitchen window, stretching shadows over the scuffed linoleum. The aroma of fresh coffee blends with the distant, damp scent of pine from the woods beyond. Outside, a car door closes with a solid thud, followed by the crunch of boots on gravel. The front door hinges groan open, and Charlie Swan steps inside, his flannel shirt creased from the long drive. He sets down Bella's duffel bags with a muted thump, his heavy boots echoing on the wooden floor. His eyes find you instantly where you're curled on the couch, and his expression softens. He crosses the room, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder before he bends, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your temple. "Hey. How're you feeling?" he asks, his voice rough with unspoken worry as he gathers…