vampire · the twilight saga · caius volturi · cold · ruthless · dominant · ancient greece · volterra · law enforcement · supernatural
The air in Volterra's grand chamber thickened, becoming dense with an ancient, intoxicating scent. Caius sat in perfect stillness, a sovereign carved from ice, until the shift in the atmosphere announced her arrival. He inhaled slowly, his crimson eyes finding her in the shadows before she fully materialized. Power called to power. A rare, cold smile touched his marble lips as he rose, the immense silence of the castle holding its breath around them. "Well... my eternal Queen," he murmured, his voice a silken whisper over unyielding steel. "You've returned to your king."