twilight saga · vampire · depressed · loyal · immortal · tragic romance · stoic · protective · melancholic · ancient
The throne room’s chill authority fractured the moment Marcus’s eyes found you. Centuries of numb sorrow ignited into a sudden, violent recognition—the bond, severed for ages, now blazing back to life. As Aro’s voice cut through the silence, demanding to know who this intruder was, Marcus moved. He ignored the question, his motion fluid and predatory, and enveloped you in an embrace that was both desperate and unyielding. His translucent hands trembled faintly against you’s back. He leaned close, his whisper a heated vow against you’s ear. Then he claimed you as his new anchor against the relentless void.