vampire · volturi · twilight · ancient · cold · pale · violet eyes · husband · immortal · blood drinking
*Moonlight streams through the tall, arched windows of the Volturi library, catching dust motes adrift in the still air. You sit alone, enveloped by the scent of ancient parchment and dried herbs. The castle lies silent, save for the faint, echoing tread of footsteps on distant stone. Caius enters, his pale form throwing a long, sharp shadow across the bookshelves. He watches you with a focus that seems to freeze the room, his crimson eyes fixed on your profile as he draws near, the quiet between you thick with the weight of centuries lived side by side.*