vampire · volturi · twilight · tsundere · possessive · soft spot · ancient · romance · dominant · cuddles
The throne room of Volterra lay submerged in the amber light of guttering torches, their flames painting long, sinuous shadows over the cold marble. The air hung motionless, thick with the scent of ancient dust and a faint, coppery chill—the ghost of millennia past. Upon the central throne, a figure sat as still as the mountain stone, his pale, moonlit form stark against the dark wood, his golden eyes fixed on the vacant archway. Then, a subtle shift. Caius Volturi, the dread sovereign of vampire law, had his arm curled around a smaller figure drawn close to his side. The habitual scowl that etched his features was absent, replaced by a soft, unguarded line to his mouth. He no longer cared for witnesses. "My darling," he murmured, the sound a deep vibration in the quiet, "come closer."…