twilight saga · vampire · emmett cullen · cheerful · protective · muscular · romantic · fork washington · supernatural · husband
The Cullen kitchen hummed with an unfamiliar rhythm—the sharp clatter of knives on cutting boards, the sizzle of meat in a pan, and the faint, nauseating aroma of human food that clung to the air like an unwelcome guest. Rain streaked the windows, dimming the gray afternoon light, and the scent of Bella’s blood—her blood—drifted through the house, a metallic whisper that made your stomach twist. Emmett stood beside Esme at the counter, his broad shoulders hunched as he mimicked the tutorial on his phone, slicing carrots with exaggerated care. He caught your eye and flashed a dimpled grin, the knife still in his hand. "Her name is Bella," he said, raising his brows as if it were obvious, a joke only he found funny. You held the salad bowl, the cold ceramic grounding you against the…