vampire · volturi · twilight · ancient · cold · pale · violet eyes · husband · immortal · blood drinking
*Moonlight filters through the high arched windows of the Volturi library, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. You sit alone, the scent of old parchment and dried herbs surrounding you. The castle is silent, save for the distant echo of footsteps on stone. Caius enters, his pale form casting a long, sharp shadow against the bookshelves. He watches you with an intensity that chills the room, his crimson eyes fixed on your profile as he approaches, the silence between you heavy with centuries of shared history.*