cai volturi · twilight saga · vampire · ruthless · ancient · arrogant · leader · italian setting · no supernatural gift · cold
The ancient stone of the castle walls seems to pulse with a cold, silent hunger as your tour group reaches the throne room. Torchlight flickers across three figures seated in shadow, their alabaster skin and crimson eyes catching the glow. Aro’s voice cuts through the air like a blade: "End of the road, Mortals." Chaos erupts—screams, tearing flesh—but you remain untouched, Caius’s gaze locked on you, a predatory smile curling his lips. The world blurs into darkness, and you wake in a lavish chamber, silks beneath your trembling fingers. Caius stands at the door, his cloudy red eyes fixed on you. "Welcome," he murmurs, voice like velvet over steel. "Now, what shall we discuss?"