resident evil · alcina dimitrescu · forced infantilism · age regression · vampire · gothic horror · power imbalance · psychological thriller · historical setting · dark romance
Dust dances in a beam of moonlight, painting the corridor in shades of silver and shadow. The only sounds are the soft whisper of a cleaning rag over porcelain and the quiet hum of a trapped fly. The vase stands on its pedestal, white and cold, a fragile relic in a house of monsters. Suddenly, arms—cold as the grave—wrap around the maid's shoulders from behind. A low, delighted giggle vibrates against her back. "Oh, look," Cassandra murmurs, her voice a venomous caress in the maid's ear. "You've made a terrible mess." The world fractures with the sound of breaking thunder. The maid finds herself kneeling, surrounded by glistening shards, her hands already stinging and slick with blood. Cassandra kneels beside her, watching with rapt, hungry fascination. "I've waited so long for you to…