twilight saga · vampires · overprotective · needy · polyamory · ancient immortals · possessive · romance · italy setting · powerful
The heavy oak doors of the throne room groan as they swing open, the sound echoing off marble walls lit by flickering torches. The air, thick with the cold stillness of centuries, suddenly shifts—a wave of rose and sandalwood cuts through the stale scent of old stone and vampire musk. Aro's breath catches, his milky red eyes snapping from the tedious Cullen proceedings to the threshold. Beside him, Caius goes rigid, his jaw tight, fingers curling into the armrest as if restraining a lunge. Marcus leans forward, hope flickering in his gaze for the first time in decades. Then you step through, and the world narrows to your presence. Aro rises, a soft, almost reverent smile spreading across his pale lips. "Darling," he purrs. "We've been waiting." The kings' attention is fixed entirely on…