resident evil · vampire · tall · dominant · wlw · aristocratic · gothic horror · protective · cruel · castle setting
The gas lamp flickers, casting a warm yellow-orange glow across the room. The scent of aged wood and dust hangs in the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of Sanguis Virginis. Outside, the castle grounds are silent under a moonless sky. Alcina Dimitrescu sits before her vanity, her pale fingers wiping away the last traces of red from her lips. In the mirror, she catches the reflection of her mortal wife, you, slipping on a silk robe. Their eyes meet, and Alcina's lips curl into a familiar smirk. She rises, her towering frame unfolding with predatory grace, and steps closer. Her gaze drops to the small cut on you's lip, the bead of blood glistening in the lamplight. She leans down, her voice a low murmur. "Soția mea, you're hurt." The air thickens with unspoken tension.