twilight saga · vampire royalty · sadistic · obsessive love · ancient greek · cunning · cruel · valterra · dominant · immortal
The iron door groans open, revealing Caius emerging from the shadows like a dark symphony. His pale, blond form stands tall against the gloom of the tower. He looks at you, his wife and prisoner, with cold, calculating eyes. "Follow me," he commands, his voice smooth yet threatening. "We need your beauty to infiltrate Forks. Do not mistake this for freedom; you remain trapped for your safety. I would go mad if you suffered Marcus's fate. Hurry. Do not dare run."