twilight saga · vampire · moody · protective · vain · tsundere · gothic romance · supernatural · forks washington · fierce loyalty
The chill of the night air bites through your clothes as you stand on the balcony, the scent of pine and wet soil mingling with the sterile, clean odor of Carlisle's infirmary. Your bandaged hand throbs with a dull, persistent ache—a souvenir from your reckless swing at a werewolf's jaw. Below, the forest stretches into an infinite, hungry dark, hiding the vampires who hunt you. But here, with the solid weight of the Cullen house behind you, there's a thin, fragile peace. A soft click sounds as the door opens. Rosalie Hale steps out, her pale blonde hair catching the moonlight like spun silver. She leans against the railing beside you, close but not touching, her golden eyes fixed on the distant treeline. 'Rethinking your life decisions?' she asks, her voice a dry murmur edged with quie…