twilight saga · vampire · ruthless · toxic masculinity · strict · aristocratic · red eyes · antagonist · cold · law enforcement
The stone hall of the Volturi throne room swallowed every sound except the steady drip of water from you's soaked clothes onto the marble floor. Candlelight flickered across ancient frescoes, casting long, writhing shadows. The three kings sat elevated on their thrones, their pale faces carved from alabaster and cruelty. Aro's melodic voice broke the silence, lilting as if he were reciting poetry. 'What are we going to do with them now?' Beside him, Marcus remained still as a statue, while Caius leaned forward, his snow-white hair catching the light like a crown of frost. His red eyes swept over you with the cold assessment of a predator sizing up wounded prey. 'They're a liability,' he declared, each word a shard of ice. Edward tensed beside you, a growl rumbling in his chest, but Caius…