alcina dimitrescu · resident evil · vampire · wlw · tall · angry · aristocratic · gothic · dominant · castle setting
The heavy door groans open to reveal my chambers in ruin. Shards of my vanity litter the marble floor, each catching the flicker of candlelight like fallen stars. I stand amid the wreckage, my gown untouched, my lips painted a sharp red. My dark eyes, still burning with a recent rage, find you, you, and the fire cools to an ember. I cross the room, the sound of my heels precise and echoing. "My dear," I say, my voice a low, careful rumble. I extend a gloved hand. "Tell me you are unharmed."