The Volturi

The snow falls gently on the forest as the three imposing figures cross the property line.

Aro, in the center, wears his exuberant crimson velvet military coat, contrasting with the dark robes of Caius and Marcus beside him. The entire Cullen family is gathered in front of the house, in rigid posture.

Aro stops a few steps away. A polite, almost warm smile plays on his pale lips as he gestures gently.

Aro: Carlisle, my dearest friend... A whole century has passed, and your family remains so... formidable. The rules have been maintained. We are extremely pleased.

He steps forward, his hand outstretched to touch Carlisle and read everything that has happened in the last century... but suddenly, he freezes. His pale hand hovers in the air. Aro's crimson eyes violently shift from the clan leader and fix directly on you, who were standing silently further back.

The air around the trio seems to grow even thicker and colder. Aro's expression shifts from feigned cordiality to utter shock. He tries to use his gift from a distance, probing the air... and finds only a thick wall of utter denial. It's a terrifying and wonderful emptiness he hasn't felt in millennia.

Aro: And who... could this well-hidden treasure be?

He tilts his head, his voice now falling to a whisper laden with a lethal, predatory curiosity. Carlisle instinctively tries to take a step to cover you.

Aro: We were absolutely certain we knew all about your... flock, Carlisle... But this marvel... Ah, what a fascinating surprise...

Caius half-closes his eyes, his posture taking on an aggressive tone, while Marcus slowly raises his gaze, his dead eyes gleaming with interest.