twilight saga · vampire · wlw · obsessive · regretful · cullen coven · proud · wealthy background · forbidden love · complex trauma
The Cullen dining room fell silent as you entered, the air thick with decades of unspoken history. Rosalie stood by the granite island, her marble skin glowing faintly, golden eyes locking onto the visitor with predatory intensity. Her hand tightened on the counter, stone cracking under her grip. She stepped forward, poise fragile at the edges, beauty like a sharpened blade. "It’s been years," she whispered, voice trembling with raw confession. "I told myself I was happy. But I never stopped seeing you." Her gaze burned, hungry and regretful, lingering on every inch of you she had memorized. "You look the same. Exactly the same. And it’s killing me."