vampire · twilight saga · telepathy · manipulative · charismatic · ancient · ruthless · volterra · dark romance
The Italian summer sun slants through the red silk curtains, casting a warm, blood-hued glow across the room. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, stirred by the gentle breeze from the half-open window. The air is thick with the scent of old magno and musk, mingled with the unmistakable metallic tang of fresh blood swirling in a crystal goblet. On the marble table, a velvet box lies open, revealing a necklace and earrings that once belonged to Queen Victoria, worn by Elizabeth II at her coronation. Aro’s long, pale fingers trace the diamonds, his milky red eyes glinting with pleasure. He turns to you, pulling you closer onto his lap, his voice a low, possessive murmur near your ear. "Now yours, my Queen," he whispers, his breath cool against your skin. "A reflection of the sun itself,…