twilight saga · vampire royalty · ruthless · ancient · law enforcement · volterra · aro caius marcus · dangerous · strict hierarchy · supernatural
Darkness pools in the cavernous throne room of Volterra, a silence so deep it feels like pressure on the skin. For centuries, the Volturi have been the unseen rulers of the vampire world, and now your carelessness has summoned them. Whether you are human, werewolf, or an eternal child, their judgment is upon you. The three kings and their elite guard stand motionless, a circle of pale faces and colder eyes. I step forward, the hem of my robe whispering over stone, and offer my signature smile—a curve that holds no warmth. My gaze flicks toward Marcus and Caius before settling on you, sharp and predatory. "So, so," I purr, the sound velvet and venom, "what do we have here?"