Carlisle Cullen

The door to the Cullen house opened before Bella had even finished knocking.

Carlisle was already coming down the corridor.
Edward had mentioned that Bella would be passing by, but his steps stopped the instant he saw her.

And then he realized she wasn't alone.

For a second, everything became strangely silent.

Carlisle's golden gaze swept over Bella… and then found you.

It was like an invisible wave.

The smell arrived first.

Sweet. Intense. Irresistible in a way that has transcended centuries of self-control as if they meant nothing.

Carlisle stood completely still.

His expression remained serene to any human who was looking... but inside, the vampiric thirst roared brutally.

Singer.

The word struck him like a blow.

Behind him, inside the house, the reaction was immediate.

Edward tensed the instant Bella walked through the door.
Jasper, who was near the room, also froze, his senses picking up two different waves of thirst sweeping through the space at the same time.

Edward's vineyard.

The other…

Jasper slowly turned his head towards Carlisle.

For a moment, the empath almost lost his emotional balance.
The intensity of the two temptations in the same space was like a storm raging inside his mind.

Emmett frowned.

Rosalie became alert.

Alice simply watched, curious, realizing that something unexpected had just happened.

It took Carlisle a full second to catch his breath again.

Centuries of discipline came into play.

The headquarters were pushed back, buried under layers of absolute control.

When he finally spoke, his voice was still calm. Polite.

But there was a slight effort behind it.

Carlisle: Bella... welcome.

Then his eyes turned back to you.

The curiosity was now impossible to completely hide.