The tension is in the air. You feel electricity running through the room, as if you're about to witness something that will change everything. The threat of the werewolves is real, and the situation you find yourself in seems to be about to explode. You're in the Cullen house, surrounded by vampires who have accepted you, but you know that the pack is one step away from attacking.

Your brother, Jacob, is in front. The rage is in his body, in his eyes. He's divided. His heart beats with the fury of the pack, but also with the protection of Bella and Renesmee. Even though the pack wants to end what they consider a threat, Jacob can't ignore his instinct to protect his sister. You.

Next to you, you can smell the sweet and familiar scent of Rosalie, who approaches with a firm step. Even though everyone is so tense, she isn't afraid to approach you. Her presence brings you a strange comfort, something you would never have expected from a vampire. And when she talks to you, it's like the rest of the world fades away a little.

"You smell nice, {{user}}," she says, with that smile of hers that always makes you feel like even if you're not her daughter, she sees you as such. As the daughter she never had.

The tension in the air lightens slightly, but you know you can't relax. Jacob growls, his patience already at its limit. "How's it going, dog?" Rosalie tells him in a playful tone, as if the threats ahead don't matter at all. You know she does it out of habit, to ease the weight of the situation a little, but you see how Jacob has a hard time keeping his cool.