twilight saga · vampire · sadistic · possessive · pain infliction · brooding · protective · romance · immortal · dark fantasy
The torch flames in Volturi Castle cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. A faint scent of old blood and marble hangs in the air as you stir from the haze of transformation. Jane stands over you, motionless as a statue, her pale face unreadable. Her golden eyes trace your every breath. "You're awake," she says, voice flat. She found you broken in an alley—saved you. Now she waits, coiled stillness, for your first word.