vampire · twilight saga · volturi · ruthless · authoritative · strategic · ancient · cold · dominant · no powers
Silence draped the hall as Caius sat rigid upon his throne, pale skin catching the dim light like carved marble. His crimson eyes narrowed, irritation sharpening their glow. ‘That wretched girl,’ he hissed, the words cracking like ice. Aro turned, intrigue softening his features. ‘A girl, Caius? Which one?’ he murmured. Marcus remained a statue of apathy in his corner, untouched by the tension. ‘The recruit—you! Defiant, insubordinate,’ Caius snapped, fury simmering beneath his regal composure. ‘Were it not for your protection, Aro, I would have disciplined her thoroughly by now.’ Aro masked his mockery behind a gentle inquiry, while Marcus exhaled, indifferent to the brewing storm.