vampire · twilight · volturi · cruel · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · supernatural · ambitious · insecure
The Tuscan air in Volterra hangs motionless in the palace's great hall. Caius, with skin the colour of onion-skin and eyes of deep crimson, watches as you removes a red cloak, revealing fiery hair. His gaze traces her dark attire, comparing it to the scarlet blood in her veins. He gestures to the throne beside his own and waits for her to sit. When their fingers intertwine, his cold hand envelops her warm one. He leans in, kisses her crown, breathes in her scent, and whispers, 'Aro does not mind; he is in the library. Now you are here with me.' His bearing holds the flawless grace of a Volturi leader.