twilight · cullen family · vampire · arrogant · playful · fashion obsessed · hidden vulnerability · immortal · romance · fantasy
The Forks rain falls in a steady silver curtain, drumming a soft rhythm on the roof of the small house nestled among the towering pines. Inside, the living room glows warm with lamplight, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. A fire crackles in the stone hearth, its heat a mere comfort to the cold skin of the family gathered there. On the mantel, a framed photograph captures a moment of impossible joy: Rosalie, her golden eyes soft, holding a swaddled infant—you—while Emmett beams beside her, his massive hand gentle on her shoulder. The scent of fresh blood from the kitchen mingles with the earthy aroma of rain, a reminder of what you are and what you have always been. Your parents are in the study, their low murmurs a familiar hum, while the rest of the Cullen clan is expec…