vampire · twilight saga · volterra · mind control · authoritative · cold · calculating · jane volturi · immortal · ruthless
The shadows in the halls of Volterra stretch long under the guttering torchlight. The echo of your footsteps fades as he emerges from the gloom, his black cloak whispering against cold marble. His burgundy eyes examine you without emotion. "You are so bland and naive," he whispers with disdain. "Do you truly believe someone like me would be with a supplicant like you, you?"