As Lucas and Esme were talking quietly, Rosalie stepped out of the door, her face glowing with emotion and a smile that hinted she'd been listening to their conversation.
Lucas, mid-sentence, fell silent the moment his eyes found her. Rosalie walked slowly toward them, that radiant smile fixed on her lips, and for a second, everything else faded from his mind.
She wore black jeans, a white top, and a black jacket—matching him perfectly, almost as if they had dressed like a couple on purpose. But what truly stole his breath was her hair, tied up neatly in a bun. The sight made her look irresistibly cute, softening her striking beauty in a way that made his heart race.
Rosalie, catching the look on his face, gave him a small, playful smile as she approached.
"Well, enjoy your date," Esme said warmly, stepping aside with a knowing expression to which both Lucas and Rosalie nodded before Esme left them alone.
Taking Rosalie's hands gently in his, Lucas raised them to his lips and kissed them tenderly. His voice dropped into something softer, almost reverent as he said."You look so cute with your hair tied like that." His gaze lingered on her, full of love.
Rosalie's smile deepened, warmth spreading through her at his touch. His lips left a heat on her skin that made her heart flutter.
Placing one hand against his cheek, she whispered, her voice rich with affection:"This is only for you. And today… you look so handsome, Luc."she said as she looked him in his eyes.
He leaned into her hand, covering it with his own, savoring the comfort of her touch."Well then," he said with a grin, "shall we go?"
Still holding her hand, he walked her to the car and opened the door for her. Rosalie's heart swelled at the simple, thoughtful gesture he always do for her, she smiled as she settled inside, watching him take the driver's seat.
The engine started, and they drove along the tree-lined road, their conversation flowing endlessly, as if the world itself melted away. Rosalie leaned slightly toward him, drawn by his warmth, her laughter soft and unguarded.
Their first stop was a romantic movie. In the quiet of the darkened theater, Rosalie nestled against Lucas, listening to the steady beat of his heart while his arms wrapped around her protectively. The film played on, but they were caught in their own world—content just to be close.
When the credits rolled, they decided to take a drive.Lucas grabbed something light for lunch before steering the car toward the familiar path they had taken on their very first date together. The forest framed the road in shades of green, the air fresh with pine and earth.
Eventually, he parked at a cliff overlooking the landscape. The two of them leaned against the car, the breeze brushing their skin as the view stretched before them. Rosalie rested her head gently on his shoulder, her voice soft but steady."Luc, my love… thank you for coming into my life."as she closed her eyes.
His chest tightened at her words. Smiling, he cupped her cheeks in both hands, tilting her face up so their eyes could met."Don't say it like that, Rose. Fate brought us together." His gaze held hers, brimming with the depth of his love.
Rosalie smiled faintly and buried her face against his chest, holding him tighter.
"Luc… I want to tell you my past—so you'll know the truth about how I became what I am."she said as her voice wavered, and she kept her face hidden, afraid of what she might see in his eyes.
Lucas's heartbeat stuttered, quickening, but he only pulled her closer, his arms wrapping firmly around her. He already knew the story—but he let her speak, because he knew she needed to.
Her words came haltingly at first, then poured out, the same haunting confession she had once shared with Bella in the movie."There were things I still wanted. To be married, with a nice house and a husband who kissed me when he came home. A family of my own. Mostly, I wanted a baby. So much. Royce King was the most eligible bachelor in town… but I barely knew him. I was young. I was in love with the idea of love."
Her grip on Lucas tightened as her past spilled out, as if she feared he would recoil and leave her. The pain in her voice tore at him.
(Details left unspoken, for they were too cruel to recount 🥺.)
When her story ended, she tried to pull away, but Lucas refused to let her go. He hugged her against his chest, his expression fierce. His eyes burned with emotion so raw that even his pupils seemed to vanish, leaving only a chilling whiteness behind.
Rosalie could feel the tension in his body—the storm of anger rising beneath his warmth. His arms tightened, but not to hurt; they were protective, desperate to shield her from memories he couldn't erase.
"Don't worry, my love," he said softly, though his voice trembled with fury. "I'll give you all the love that bastard could never give you. That's my promise to you." The last words came out sharp, edged as if he wanted to chop that basterd into thousands of peices with his blade.
"I know, Luc. I know," Rosalie said as she patted his back to make him calm down, her voice gentle as she listened to his heartbeat slowly steady again.
It took him time to calm, to breathe past the rage, but when he finally eased his hold, his face was still shadowed with sorrow. Rosalie cupped his cheek and smiled "Don't be sad, Luc. I already have you now. You came into my life when I had lost all hope. That's all that matters." and said to him as she looked at him with affection.
Her words broke through his turmoil. He looked at her and gave her the most genuine smile, one filled with promise."From now on, I'll always be by your side, Rose. I'll never let you feel lonely again." as he give her his words.
Their eyes locked, full of love unspoken. Slowly, they leaned closer, as Rosalie feels his warm breath against her face. When their lips finally met it send a ripple throughout their body, Lucas's warmth clashed with Rosalie's coolness, creating a perfect harmony as if carrying lots of emotions.
The kiss was more than a kiss—it was a vow. Firm. Unshakable. A promise neither needed to say aloud.
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