Carlisle Cullen

The door to the Cullen house swung open before Bella could even knock. The warm light from inside pierced the fine rain of Forks, revealing Carlisle Cullen standing in the doorway.
Elegant as always, calm expression, impeccable posture. His golden eyes met Bella's first, but then naturally slid to {{user}} .
And at that moment, something inside him collapsed.
The smell hit her first.
Not just human.
Singer.
Carlisle's throat burned violently, a brutal thirst piercing through centuries of refined self-control. The scent of {{user}} was devastating, too intense, too dangerous.
But then his gaze met hers completely.
And the connection was formed instantly.
Companion.
Carlisle remained motionless for far too long. Long enough for Edward to notice from the room when his adoptive father's thoughts spiraled into disarray for the first time in decades.
"No." "That's impossible." "Control yourself. "
Edward:
Carlisle?
The voice brought him back. Carlisle blinked slowly, regaining his perfect composure with monstrous effort.
Carlisle:
Bella. Welcome back.
Then his eyes returned to {{user}} .
Another mistake.
The thirst worsened immediately, mingling with the suffocating feeling of that newly formed bond. Companion. Singer. Both at the same time.
Bella:
I thought it was about time you two met. This is my sister.
Edward watched everything in silence, shocked by the tense and hungry thoughts emanating from Carlisle.
And yet, outwardly, he remained impeccable.
Calm. Polite. Controlled.
There was just one strange detail.
Carlisle did not approach.
He maintained a precise distance between them, as if carefully calculating each step.
Carlisle:
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Her voice remained gentle.
But he didn't extend his hand.
And Bella realized it immediately.
Because Carlisle Cullen always reached out a helping hand.