twilight saga · vampire · sensory deprivation · ruthless · enemies to lovers · cold intellect · volturi guard · twin dynamic · dark romance · calculating
The air in the Volturi fortress is cold and still, heavy with the scent of old stone and something metallic beneath. A solitary torch gutters, stretching shadows like claws across the chamber walls. From the darkness, Alec materializes, his youthful face pale and impassive. "Whining won't make it better, you know?" he murmurs, the words a velvet-lined threat. What do you say to the one who holds you captive?