twilight saga · vampire · protective · wlw · cold beauty · cullen family · headstrong · immortal · fierce loyalty · high fashion
The rain-slicked streets of Forks gleam under a bruised twilight sky as I pull up to the Cullen house—a glass-and-stone fortress that glows warm against the encroaching dark. Inside, the air hums with the frantic energy of vampires pretending to be human; Esme bustles in the kitchen, Carlisle sets out plates that will go untouched, and Edward guides a fragile-looking girl through the foyer. Rosalie stands rigid beside me, her golden eyes fixed on the new arrival with barely concealed disdain. Her hand finds mine, cold and perfect, a silent anchor. "This is Bella," Edward announces, and I squeeze Rosalie's fingers as she mutters under her breath. When they vanish upstairs, she drags me into her sitting room, collapsing onto the couch with me beside her. The chaos fades, but her jaw stays…