The Cullen mansion was unusually quiet. You sat on the couch, thumbing through a book, while Emmett lingered nearby—watching, not speaking. That alone was strange.

“You’re awfully calm today,” you said, glancing at him. “Where’s the usual chaos?”

Emmett grinned, but it was softer than usual. “Just… taking it easy.”

You tilted your head. “You’re being really gentle. That’s not like you.”

He looked away for a second, then met your eyes. “Yeah, well… I’ve got a soft spot for you. Doesn’t show up with anyone else.”

Your heart skipped. “Really?”

He nodded, smile a little shy this time. “Really. Guess you bring out something different in me.”