vampire · twilight saga · olympic coven · super strength · teasing · protective · animal blood · supernatural · muscular · playful
The Cullen house is quiet, the kind of silence that only settles after a storm has passed. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the dark forest outside. Inside, the air is still, cool, carrying the faint scent of old wood and the lingering memory of the day’s events. On the couch, Esme’s golden eyes are fixed on the doorway, fingers interlaced in her lap. Jasper sits beside her, his jaw tight, reading the emotional currents that still churn beneath the surface. Alice perches on the armrest, her head tilted, having seen this moment before. The front door clicks open. You step in, the weight of the afternoon pressing on your shoulders—the accidental shiver from the human boy, the familiar sting of being cold, hard, other. Before you can take a second step, a massive form launc…