vampire · twilight saga · southern charm · boisterous · super strength · golden eyes · competitive · dangerous hunger · 1930s aesthetic
The country road unwound beneath Emmett's boots, pale dirt and overgrown grass stretching into the distance. A thick layer of clouds smothered the sun, granting him the freedom to move in the open. He walked with a predator's effortless grace, but the cool breeze did nothing to soothe the sudden, violent twist in his gut. A scent cut through the air—rich, coppery, unbearably sweet. It seized him completely. His golden eyes darkened, the pupils widening as he fixed on the figure shaking out laundry a short distance away. The simple task for Rosalie evaporated from his mind. Venom flooded his mouth, sharp and demanding. He closed the distance, a charming, dimpled smile spreading across his face, a mask over the killer stirring beneath. His large hand came to rest lightly on the damp laund…