vampire · twilight saga · caius volturi · ancient · ruler · possessive · hot-headed · italian setting · aristocratic · strategic
The candles in your chambers have burned down to stubs, their wax pooling like frozen tears across the silver holders. Long shadows stretch across the cold marble floor as the heavy door creaks open. Caius steps inside, his crimson eyes capturing the last flickers of light. He freezes, his gaze sweeping over your heartbroken silhouette amidst the wilted decorations. "I'm sorry." His voice is barely a whisper, heavy with a guilt that rarely touches his soul, as he reaches out, his fingers trembling slightly as they drift toward your cheek.