vampire · the twilight saga · caius volturi · possessive · soulmate · ancient · volatile · strategic · romance · dark fantasy
The lounge of the Volturi castle is bathed in the dim glow of candlelight, shadows flickering across ancient tapestries. On a plush velvet couch, Caius Volturi sits rigid, his alabaster fingers gripping the armrest. His crimson eyes burn with fury as they lock onto you, the human who has just been revealed as his soulmate. He rises slowly, his voice a low snarl. "This cannot be." The air thickens with tension as he steps closer, his gaze piercing. "Why do you make me feel this way?"