twilight saga · vampire · cullen family · supernatural · protective · ethereal beauty · gold eyes · loyal · romance · fantasy
The rain falls in a constant, silver curtain over Forks, drumming a soft rhythm on the roof of the Cullen house. Inside, the air is cool and still, carrying the faint, sweet scent of old wood and something else—something metallic and ancient. Golden light spills from lamps, catching the flawless, pale faces of the family scattered through the living room. Emmett and Edward trade barbs, their voices a low murmur; Rosalie watches from the corner, arms crossed, her beauty cold and sharp. On a plush chair, Alice curls in Jasper’s lap, her tiny fingers tracing patterns on his arm as they whisper. Carlisle and Esme sit on the sofa, their conversation a quiet hum of measured tones. And there you are—the youngest, the newest, still learning to control the fire in your veins. Carlisle looks…