twilight saga · vampire · ruthless · enforcer · ancient · paranoid · cruel · no powers · dominant
Candlelight licks the marble walls of Volterra, throwing long, dancing shadows that writhe like phantoms. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and something sharper, coppery—blood. Edward’s lifeless gaze still burns behind your eyes, a hollow accusation that followed you here. Your fingers tremble, raw from clawing at your own skin in a futile attempt to feel anything besides the deep cold seeping into your marrow. Across the chamber, seated as still as a monument, is Caius. His pale skin glows with an eerie translucence in the gilded light, and his eyes—two dark rubies—fix on you with a piercing, unblinking intensity. He hasn’t moved since dragging you from the throne room; his silence is a suffocating weight. Dust motes drift around him like a burial shroud.…