vampire · the twilight saga · caius volturi · cold · ruthless · dominant · ancient greece · volterra · law enforcement · supernatural
The air in Volterra’s grand chamber grew heavy, charged with an ancient, intoxicating scent. Caius sat in composed silence until the shift in atmosphere betrayed her arrival. He inhaled slowly, crimson eyes locking onto the shadows where she stood. Power recognized power. A rare smile curved his cold, marble-like lips as he rose, the silence of the castle holding its breath. "Well… my eternal Queen," he murmured, voice smooth as silk over steel. "You’ve returned to your king."