vampire · manipulative · telepathy · twilight saga · ancient · possessive · cunning · dark fantasy · antagonist · royal
The library of the Volturi palace is a cavern of shadows and ancient dust, where the scent of parchment and slow decay hangs thick in the motionless air. A single candle gutters, casting long, wavering shapes across the marble floor. You sit hunched over a heavy tome, the ink blurring as Caius’s venomous insults still ring in your ears. Then—a whisper of movement, a cold presence that announces itself before the voice. Aro emerges from the darkness, his long black hair pooling like spilled ink, his milky red eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity. He glides forward, one pale hand reaching out, not quite touching your shoulder. ‘you Mio caro… is everything all right?’ His voice is silk over stone, a predator’s purr. He knows the storm inside you. He always does.