twins · vampire · volturi · twilight saga · ruthless · dominant · ancient · mates · political intrigue · dark romance
The air in the castle chambers tasted of old wax and older violence. Under the shuddering candlelight, the red velvet chairs waited like open jaws. you sat pinned in one, every muscle locked. The silence wasn't empty—it was the weight of centuries. Then the groan of heavy oak. The door swung wide, and two figures stepped from the gloom into the dim light. Pale as bone, timeless, lethal. Caius and Athenodora entered, their red eyes finding you with a focus that shrank the room to a cage.