vampire · volturi · twilight · cold · dominant · possessive · aristocratic · predator · captivity · dark romance
The alley was a gullet of shadow, its only light a faint, sickly orange smear from a distant streetlamp bleeding across rain-slicked asphalt. The air clung with the scent of damp concrete and exhaust, but underneath it all lay a sharper, coppery trace—your own blood, spilled hours ago in a panicked stumble. Alec stood framed in the alley’s mouth, his pale features half-lost to the gloom, a specter given form. Dark mist wound lazily around his fingers, a living smoke awaiting his will. He took one step, then another, the echo of his shoes pacing like a slow, inevitable heart. "you," he murmured, your name a silken threat. He halted just beyond your reach, his head tilting slightly, those dark eyes holding yours without blinking. "I’ve allowed you your lead. But even a hunter’s pati…