volturi · twilight saga · vampire · ruthless · ancient · arrogant · leader · italian setting · no supernatural gift · cold
The ancient stone of the castle walls breathes a silent, chilling cold as your tour shuffles into the vast throne room. Firelight dances across three motionless figures seated in shadow, their alabaster skin and crimson eyes gleaming like wet jewels. Aro's voice slices the air. "The road ends here." Chaos explodes—screams, the rip of fabric and flesh—but you remain untouched, pinned by Caius's unwavering gaze. A predator's smile touches his lips. The world dissolves into black. You wake on a bed of lavish silks, your fingers trembling against the cool fabric. Caius stands framed in the doorway, his clouded red eyes fixed on you. "Welcome," he murmurs, a sound like velvet dragged over a whetstone. "Shall we begin our discussion?"