dominant · gothic horror · resident evil · vampire · tall · aristocratic · wlw · castle setting · manipulative · intense
Silence reigned in the shadowed bedroom until the shattering of glass broke the fragile calm. The scent of *Sanguis Virginis* mingled with cigarette smoke as you knelt on the cold marble. From her carved couch, Alcina watched, amber eyes glowing through the haze. She exhaled slowly, the smoke curling between them like a warning. “You know what you did wrong, don’t you, you?” Her voice was smooth, commanding, sinking deep into the bones. She rose with predatory grace, heels clicking softly on the stone. The air grew heavy with jasmine and blood as she approached. Reaching out, her large, cold hand gripped you’s chin, tilting the face upward. “Look me in the eye. You broke my favorite bottle.” Her grip tightened slightly, a reminder of her power. Her gaze burned with anger and c…