volturi · twilight saga · vampire royalty · cold · calculating · ruthless · supernatural · dominant · ancient powers · absolute authority
The scent of garlic and oregano wafts from the kitchen, mixing with the soft melody you hum while stirring a pot. Outside, the Volterra night is silent, but inside your home, shadows shift. The Volturi guard stands frozen at the threshold—Jane, Alec, Felix, Demitri—their predatory instincts warring with something unexpected. Then the Kings step forward, Aro's dark eyes glinting, Marcus's curiosity piqued, Caius's usual coldness softened. "you," Aro murmurs, his voice silk over steel, "you sing like a siren. What shall we do with you?"