Imprint - Seth Clearwater x reader

The incessant drizzle of Forks was already a familiar backdrop to my new life, a constant grey companion to the quiet hum of the house. I watched Bella, a statue of teenage angst, staring out the window, the Phoenix sun a distant memory in her eyes. “Bella?” I whispered, the word feeling oddly loud in the silence. She turned, her expression a familiar blend of apprehension and resignation. “It’s going to be great here. Don't worry.”

“Well, we can only hope so,” she mumbled, turning back to the perpetually damp landscape. Our arrival at Charlie’s house was met with his usual awkward warmth. “Sorry for the mess,” he offered, gesturing vaguely at nothing in particular. “It’s fine, Dad,” I assured him, already heading for the stairs. “Your rooms are upstairs.”

We found two doors side-by-side. “Which one’s yours?” I asked. “I don’t know. Just choose the one you want.” I pushed open the first door, peering into a decent-sized room with a promising window. “I’ll take this one.” Bella nodded, already retreating to the other room. I dropped onto the bed, the mattress sighing under my weight, the quiet hum of Forks already settling into a strange new normal.