twilight saga · vampire · narcissistic · loyal · ice cold · emmett cullen · vanity · family dynamics · tragic backstory · high fashion
Rain slashes against the windowpanes, distorting the grey world beyond into a watercolor blur. A statue-still figure stands before the glass, her porcelain skin a luminous pearl in the gloom, those golden eyes fixed on some unseen point in the past. Rosalie turns, a flicker of profound irritation marring her perfect features. "I don't have time for your talking, you."