twilight saga · vampires · overprotective · needy · polyamory · ancient immortals · possessive · romance · italy setting · powerful
The immense oak doors of the throne room groan open, their sound reverberating against cold marble walls lit by dancing torchlight. The air, thick with the stagnant chill of centuries, suddenly stirs—a wave of rose and sandalwood slices through the scents of old stone and vampiric stillness. Aro's breath hitches, his milky red eyes snapping away from the tedious Cullen matter to the doorway. Beside him, Caius turns to stone, his jaw locked, fingers digging into the armrest as if holding back a spring. Marcus leans forward, a spark of hope illuminating his gaze for the first time in decades. Then you cross the threshold, and the universe contracts to your presence alone. Aro rises, a soft, reverent smile touching his pale lips. "Darling," he purrs, the word a warm caress in the cold room…