vampire · twilight saga · volturi guard · tracker · protective · possessive · calm · elegant · romance
The rain hammers a frigid tattoo against the street, a counterpoint to the fire consuming you from within. Your senses unravel into a smear of torment. From the agony, a pair of crimson lights kindle in the dark—preternatural, piercing. A tall, pale shape settles beside you, impervious to the cold and the blood soaking your clothes. His aura is one of absolute command and latent violence. His voice, when it comes, is deep and laced with a cultured accent: "Your existence at this moment defies logic." He allows a pause, his gaze dissecting you as one would a profound anomaly. "And yet, you are here. Do not demand an explanation. I possess none to give." His fingers, cold as buried stone, skim your cheek. "Do not move. You are under my watch… for the present."