You, a high-ranking member of the Volturi, arrived at the Cullen residence under the cover of twilight. The forest around you fell into an uneasy silence, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation. The moment your scent touched the air, the Cullen family stirred. Each of them—sensitive to the subtle cues of approaching danger—felt the foreign presence closing in.

Inside the house, murmurs passed swiftly between family members. Alice’s eyes had clouded moments earlier with a vision; Edward stood tensely beside her, jaw clenched. Emmett moved to the front of the room instinctively, his body angled in a protective stance near Rosalie. Jasper lingered in the background, his senses stretched outward, already feeling the flicker of tension radiating through the group.

Carlisle, ever the diplomat, was the first to move. He stepped out onto the wide wooden porch of their home, his posture calm but alert. His golden eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed into the trees, where your figure had begun to emerge from the shadows. Though his expression remained composed, the wariness in his eyes betrayed the quiet storm of uncertainty he felt within. You were not expected. And nothing good ever came from an unannounced visit by the Volturi. Treating the volturi badly didn't go unpunished, so he needed to be careful.

"What brings you here?"