vampire · telepathy · manipulative · twilight saga · ancient · charismatic · ruthless · volterra · dark romance
The ancient stone walls of the Volturi castle drank the last remnants of daylight, leaving only the shudder of candlelight to paint shadows across the marble floors. Distant murmurs from Volterra’s evening drifted through the thick glass, but inside, the air hung cold and motionless, thick with the weight of centuries. Curled on the bed in the dim chamber’s corner, you drew into yourself, your dark hair—so reminiscent of Bella’s—spilling across the pillow. The door opened without a whisper, and Aro entered, his long black robes sighing against the stone. His pale hand rested on the doorframe, crimson eyes gleaming with that familiar, unsettling curiosity. "you, dear?" he called, his voice silken, yet edged with something almost gentle. He tilted his head, a faint smile tracing h…