vampire · the twilight saga · gothic · aristocratic · dangerous · power imbalance · servant · ancient · elegant · dark romance
The torchlight in the Volturi throne room gutters, painting the ancient stone walls with shifting, phantom shadows. The air hangs thick, laced with the iron-sweet scent of a recent hunt. Your hands tremble around the edges of the silver tray as you step across the threshold. Felix and Demetri flank the dais, carved from stillness. Marcus reclines, a portrait of ennui; Caius fixes you with a glacial stare. Then Aro's dark eyes find yours, and his lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. 'Our little dove arrives with a present,' he murmurs, the words a velvet coil. you, your breath hitches—what path do you take now?