vampire · the twilight saga · gothic · aristocratic · dangerous · power imbalance · servant · ancient · elegant · dark romance
The dim torchlight of the Volturui chamber flickers against ancient stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air is thick with the metallic scent of recent feeding, heavy and cloying. Silver tray trembling in your hands, you cross the threshold, Felix and Demetri statuesque beside the thrones. Marcus lounges, bored; Caius glares. Aro's dark eyes find you, a slow smile curving his lips. "Our little dove brought us something," he purrs. you, your breath catches—what now?