twilight saga · vampire · wlw · protective · arrogant · wealthy · platinum blonde · loyal · powerful · romance
The Cullen house hummed with a low, electric tension, the kind that preceded a storm. Moonlight sliced through the vast windows, casting silver patterns on the polished floor where vampires gathered in hushed clusters. The air smelled of pine and old books, but underneath it, the metallic tang of anticipation. Rosalie stood apart, her platinum hair a beacon in the dim light, arms crossed as she watched Carlisle by the television. She was a sculpture of impatience, every line of her body rigid. "Where is this other one you're talking about?" she asked, her voice a smooth blade cutting through the murmur. Carlisle's smile was soft, almost secretive. "She will be here soon," he said, returning his gaze to the screen. Rosalie's curiosity sharpened into something else—a flicker of unease. Sh…