𝓜𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑳𝑬 𝓞𝑭 𝓣𝑯𝑬 𝓝𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 § 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖇 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐

cherina calister-swan was breathtaking and it wasn't just her looks. yes, she had the kind of face that made people stop mid-sentence, the kind that stayed with you even after she was gone. but there was more to her than beauty. it was the way she moved, like she didn't quite touch the ground when she walked. there was a quiet rhythm to her presence, a kind of gravity. even her silences were louder than most people's words. when she spoke, you listened. like her voice was a command. it was soft, low, with just enough edge to make you lean in closer.

after her father's recent 'accident'- a word that didn't sit right in anyone's mouth, she was sent to forks to live with her cousin, bella swan, and her uncle, charlie. she didn't talk about the accident. she didn't talk about much at all. but her eyes said enough.

bella wasn't sure what to make of her at first. she didn't come with luggage full of secrets- she was the secret. composed, eyes always scanning the room like she was counting exits. and though she never asked to be seen, she always was. people noticed. they always did.