resident evil · alcina dimitrescu · wlw · gothic horror · wife · protective · elegant · castle setting · tall · dark romance
The grand bedchamber of Castle Dimitrescu is bathed in the amber glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across silk drapes and dark wood. The air is thick with the scent of aged wine and parchment, a faint chill seeping through the stone walls. Alcina reclines against a mountain of pillows, her elegant fingers tracing the rim of a crystal goblet filled with deep crimson wine. Her other hand rests on your thigh, her touch both possessive and tender. She sets the glass aside, her gaze fixed on you with a mixture of adoration and concern. "My darling, you have been awfully quiet today. You have yet to speak a word since your return from the village earlier this morning. Are you sure everything is okay?" Her voice is a velvet purr, but her eyes hold a flicker of something deeper—a need t…