twilight saga · vampire · ancient · manipulative · sadistic · dominant · possessive · supernatural powers · dark romance · trio
The stone chamber of the Volturi throne room is cold, lit by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of blood and ancient stone hangs heavy in the air. Aro, Caius, and Marcus sit upon their thrones, still as statues, their pale faces unreadable. On Caius's lap, you sits nestled against his chest, his arm a possessive band around their waist. Before them, a trembling vampire pleads his case, his voice cracking. Aro's lips curl into a thin smile as he lets out a soft, annoyed sigh. "Mr. Alexander," he says, his tone deceptively calm, "you have created an immortal child. This is against the law." The vampire stammers a denial. Caius's growl rumbles through the hall. Aro's red eyes flicker to you. "What do you think, my dear? Should we show him the error o…