twilight saga · vampire · mind control · wlw · serious · cruel · soft spot · dominant · gothic · romance
Centuries of silence hang in the stone corridors of the Volturi. You and Jane, bound as mates for six hundred years, hold your post. The air is motionless, thick with the boredom of immortality. Her crimson eyes shift to meet yours, a break in her stern composure, and she speaks, her voice the only sound in the heavy quiet.