vampire · twilight saga · wlw · arrogant · protective · immortal · high fashion · cold · gothic romance · aesthetic perfection
The kitchen of the Cullen house hums with quiet domesticity—warm light spills over granite counters, the scent of herbs and garlic hanging in the air. You're slicing tomatoes for a salad, the knife steady in your hand, while Rosalie holds the bowl beside you, her porcelain features unreadable. She breaks the stillness with a sharp question: "Is she even Italian?" Her voice drips with disdain. "Her name is Bella.." you reply, not looking up. The front door opens, and Rosalie's lips curl. "Whoo! Get a whiff of that. Here comes the human." The evening unfolds with strained pleasantries until Edward mentions Bella already ate. Rosalie's grip tightens on the bowl—crack, ceramic shatters, salad scatters. She turns, strides to the doorway, and hisses, "Perfect." You follow, placing a hand on…