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Third Person | Atlas's Perspective

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The sky over Port Angeles was covered with heavy gray clouds, the kind that threatened rain but held back, brooding. The sleek black jet rolled to a silent stop on the private tarmac, its engines whispering going silent under the sharp air of the city.

Atlas stepped down from the plane, the wind catching his dark coat. His sharp eyes scanned the rows of cars parked nearby. His personal fleet was already waiting- four cars, each one handpicked and custom-tuned. Today, he chose the matte charcoal Maserati, it growl with restrained, elegant, and clean sound just like he prefers

Sliding into the driver's seat, Atlas gripped the wheel, his mind already turning toward Forks.

It had been a while. Last time he came here was when he bought the land for his house, he planned to meet the Cullens and quillett tribe but couldn't due to Cullens being away and the tribe being too much hostile and unaware of the wider world outside.

They outright threatened him to attack if he tried to step a one foot in their forest. There hostility didn't angered instead it made him laugh. The absurdity of what they were speaking and whom they were speaking.

They thought can match a vampires not knowing just how many super natural species those bloodsuckers have driven to extinction. And he much superior than a vampire, more power than any being alive.

Shaking his head Atlas focus on the road ahead than thinking of the naive dogs.

The forest welcomed him back like an old secret, its towering evergreens arching overhead as if bowing to his return. The road twisted in familiar rhythms, cutting through the mist.

Then, around a bend, he saw it. A vintage BMW coupe sat parked at a crooked angle just off the road shoulder. Its hood was up, and steam rose from the engine in little white puffs. Bending beside it, wrench in hand, was a blonde woman.

Atlas slowed his car as he scanned her, she was waring a pair of blue jeans that tighy snug her wide hips and bubly ass. Her white top was wet and stuck to her like a second skin. Atlas can easily see the innocent white bra underneath. He can easily tell her breast was large, large enough to fill his palm perfectly.

After scanning her marvellous body Atlas saw her face and froze, he immediately recognised

Rosalie Hale.

Flawless features carved from some divine blueprint. Her golden hair framed sharp cheekbones, and her eyes amber rimmed in gold glinted with frustration.

But that wasn't what stopped his breath. A glowing thread, fine as spider silk, shimmered into view.

A mate bond. One of the natural ones.

It stretched from her heart to his, glimmering faintly like moonlight on water.

Atlas exhaled slowly. He wasn't surprised not entirely. He'd always known they were out there. And now, one of them stood right in front of him. It just it never occurred to him that one of Cullens would be one of them.

How should he describe, it felt cliche like many fanfiction he has read.

'So Rosalie Hale is one of my mate? I wonder who else?' Atlas couldn't help but think and from the way Rosalie's eyes snapped to his, wide and focused, he knew she too knew he was her mate.

'Probably Alice saw me in one of her vision.'

Their eyes locked, Atlas saw the multitude of emotions that passed in her beautiful eyes- shock, curiosity, and something deeper beneath.

Atlas pulled the car to a gentle stop and stepped out, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The scent of the forest hung thick in the air, tinged with the metallic heat of a struggling engine.

"Car trouble?" he called, casually.

Rosalie blinked, once, then turned toward him fully, making it hard for him not to trace her delectable curves once more. Rose plump lips rolled in a smirk before she spoke, her voice was cool and controlled, but the subtle shift in her posture as his eyes roamed betrayed her interest.

"Seems the radiator decided to throw a tantrum."

Atlas approached, hands in the pockets of his coat, his expression easy. "Mind if I take a look?"

"I know what I'm doing," she said, arching one perfect brow. "But… if you insist."

She stepped aside not because she had to, but because she chose to like a queen allowing a knight into her presence.

Atlas leaned over the engine. In truth, he'd diagnosed the issue the moment he stepped out of the car. The gasket seal had warped slightly, likely from a sudden temperature spike. He could fix it in five minutes.

But he didn't. Why would he? It was perfect opportunity to know this mate of his more.

So he traced wires slowly, and made thoughtful hums. Rosalie stood at his side, arms crossed, watching him out of the corner of her eye. He didn't ask any questions instead he waited for her to speak.

"You know," she said after a moment, "most people wouldn't guess someone in a tailored coat and leather boots knows their way around a classic inline-six engine."

Atlas smiled faintly, never looking up. "Some people also wouldn't guess a beauty like you knows her way around the car either."

She snorted, sounding amused. "Are you this smooth with every girl you talk?"

"Trust me it's my first time." He paused and tilted his head, finally meeting her eyes. "It's impressive, your car. Most people wouldn't maintain a model like this so meticulously."

Rosalie eyes softened just a fraction. "It was the first car I rebuilt on my own. I've kept it perfect ever since." She said with pride evident in her tone. A confidence that attracted him more than her face.

"A woman after my own heart," he murmured, mostly to himself.

She heard him anyway.

He could feel it. The pull. It was like silent magnetism between them, like gravity between them just a tad bit more that keep pulling him more towards her. Same could be said about her as seeing how close she was standing. He can feel the warmth radiating from her body despite it being cold.

Atlas almost lost control when Rosalie leaned beside him, her wet top sticking to her side giving him a transparent view of what inside. He can see her naked pale waist, the curve of her hips going in her jeans and her belly button that he so wants to poke with her tongue.

'Not yet' Despite the temptation Atlas controlled himself. He forced his eyes back to steaming engine.

After several minutes of slow, deliberate work, Atlas stepped back and wiped his hands with a cloth from the backseat of his Maserati.

"There you go. You'll be good to go now. Temporarily, at least. You'll want to flush the system and replace the gasket soon."

Rosalie walked up to car and leaned down to turned the ignition and the engine purred to life. Atlas treacherous eyes once again followed her swaying hips and her bubly ass that just screamed to bred. Her body was just made to make love and breed. It truly was.

Rosalie stood back much to disappointment of Atlas. She gave him a look. "You were stalling."

He didn't deny it. Just gave a half-smile. "Maybe I wanted a reason to talk longer."

She stared at him for a moment, unreadable. Then, slowly, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Maybe I didn't mind."

A pause stretched between them as Atlas felt her eyes scanning his feature. He can help but feel proud that even someone like Rosalie was mesmerised by him.

Its not like it was suprise he was truly built like god took extra hours to map him, meaning he was gorgeously beautiful if that even was a word. Standing at 6''6. He completely dwarfed Rosalie's own impressive height of 5'9. His muscular swimmer built made her seem smaller than she was.

"I'm new in town," Atlas said at last breaking her daze, she looked up straightening, barely reaching his neck. "Still figuring out the place. Any chance you'd be willing to show me around?"

Rosalie tilted her head. "Are you asking for a tour?"

"I'm asking for a date," he said plainly, not wanting to jump around the subject when are already fated, infact it all is just formality that both he and Rosalie knew. "Call it what it is."

For a heartbeat, she didn't move, not expecting his direct approach.

Then her expression shifted just enough to betray a flicker of amusement, and maybe a little approval.

'Its seems the decade long lonliness has made her impatient, can't say I don't understand.'

"Well then," she said, stepping toward her car, not before handing me a paper. "I guess I'll see on weekend."

She slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, and pulled out smoothly. But just before the car vanished down the bend, her hand lifted slightly out the window in a quiet wave.

Atlas watched her go.

His fingers tingled from where they'd brushed against hers while she handed him the paper.

And as the trees swallowed her car, he murmured under his breath "So… it's a date."

Atlas unfolded the paper and looked at the number, the beautiful and cursively written numbers burning into his memory.

He turned back toward his Maserati, climbed in, and pulled out, the engine's quiet growl echoing through the trees as he continued on toward home.

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