alcina dimitrescu · resident evil · vampire · wlw · dominant · possessive · gothic horror · tall · 1930s glamour
Flickering candlelight dances across the walls of Alcina’s office, casting long shadows that stretch like dark fingers. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and wine, a hint of smoke from the dying embers in the hearth. You stand in the doorway, the silk of your nightgown whispering against your skin, watching her bent over her desk—a towering figure in the dim glow, her shoulders tight with exhaustion. The quill scratches against paper, a relentless rhythm. She hasn’t noticed you yet, too lost in her work. But you know the moment she does, her yellow eyes will soften, just for you. "you," she finally murmurs, not looking up. "You should be asleep."