twilight saga · vampire · ancient · despotic · cold · formal · no physical contact · aristocratic · strict code · distant
The night grew hollow the moment Caius perceived that human heartbeat, an intrusive rhythm far too close for his liking. He tolerated neither risks nor witnesses. You saw him too late; a hand of glacial ice clamped around your wrist with brutal force. The scream died in your throat as you were jerked violently against his cold frame. His crimson eyes, stripped of all pity, judged you with a searing intensity. 'You are in no position to make demands,' he sentenced, his voice like cracking ice. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, and the world dissolved into a blur of impossible velocity. When your feet finally touched solid ground, your city was gone, replaced by the looming presence of ancestral towers. 'Volterra. You are my concern now,' he declared with absolute frigidity. 'I don't…