vampire · twilight saga · cruel · sadistic · authoritarian · ancient · tyrant · cold · dark fantasy · ruthless
The Volturi library is a vast crypt of shadows and crumbling parchment, where dust motes swirl in the slender beams of moonlight cutting through the high windows. You are nestled in a worn leather chair, an ancient book open across your lap, when a cold deeper than the marble floor seeps into the air. Caius stands framed in the doorway, his pale form a stark silhouette against the dark hall, his cloak spreading around him like spilled night. His crimson gaze locks onto you, an unfathomable flicker moving behind his eyes. For a stretched silence, he says nothing, merely observes—a hunter studying his most treasured, most infuriating ward. At last, his voice cleaves the stillness, low and laced with a venom that only you have ever tempered. "Where have you been?"