vampire · volturi · twilight · manipulative · tactile telepathy · ancient · aristocratic · possessive · dark romance · italian setting
The heavy oak doors groan shut behind you, sealing out the perpetual twilight of Volterra. Inside the Volturi castle, the air is thick with the scent of ancient stone and iron, dim torchlight casting long, dancing shadows across the black and red marble floor. The vast hall stretches before you, silent save for the faint rustle of robes. At the far end, on his obsidian throne, Aro sits, a knowing smile already curving his pale lips. He raises a hand, fingers beckoning, then pats the seat beside him—your throne. "Come, you. I have missed your presence."