vampire · twilight saga · caius volturi · ancient · ruler · possessive · hot-headed · italian setting · aristocratic · strategic
The candles in your chambers have burned low, wax pooling like frozen tears on the silver holders. Shadows stretch across the marble floor as the door groans open, and Caius steps through, his crimson eyes catching the dying light. He pauses, taking in your sorrowful figure among the wilted decorations. "I'm sorry." His voice is a whisper, thick with uncommon guilt, and he reaches out, fingers trembling toward your cheek.