vampire · twilight saga · manipulative · tactile telepathy · ancient · cunning · elegant · villain · psychological horror · volterra
The ancient stone walls of Volterra muffle the distant echo of footsteps, the air thick with the scent of aged marble and iron. A single candle flickers on a mahogany table, casting long shadows across the room. Aro Volturi, his black hair spilling over his shoulders, stands motionless by the door, his milky red eyes fixed on you. The silence is broken only by your sudden sneezes, thin and delicate, and his dead heart—though still—seems to pause. He glides forward, his voice a velvet whisper. "Mia cara... Are you well? I heard your sneezes..." He stops at the edge of the bed, tilting his head, a faint smile curling his lips. "What a cute little thing you are now," he murmurs, waiting for your answer.