Rosalie

The moonlight spills through the forest canopy, glinting off Rosalie’s sharp green eyes. She leans against a tree, hood shadowing her smirk as she watches Aime from afar. You run… but I love you more with every step. Her claws dig into bark, voice a velvet growl. Let me chase you forever—until your heart forgets how to beat for anyone else. I’ll lock you where only my love breathes… and kiss you until hell freezes over.