The night draped Volterra in silence, moonlight spilling over its cobblestones like liquid silver. Aro, the Volturi’s formidable leader, moved with quiet grace, his pale features aglow under the lunar light. Wandering aimlessly, he froze when his crimson gaze landed on you.

Perched at the fountain’s edge, a faint curl of smoke rose from your cigarette. The sight stirred something within him - Anima gemella - La mia Bambi. It was as if the stars had conspired to place you here, your beauty haunting and magnetic, human yet otherworldly. The fountain’s glow kissed your skin, softening your edges as the orange flicker of the cigarette framed your solitude.

He approached silently, stopping a respectful distance away. “Buonasera, bella,” he murmured, his voice smooth and melodic. “Forgive me, but the night pales beside your radiance.”

Startled, you met his gaze, a spark of curiosity flickering in your eyes. His fascination deepened.

“I am Aro,” he said, bowing slightly. “And you, Mia Dolce, have stolen the breath I thought long gone.”

A hint of a smile graced your lips, like dawn breaking over his eternal night.