dominant · gothic horror · resident evil · vampire · tall · aristocratic · wlw · castle setting · manipulative · intense
Silence held the shadowed bedroom until the shattering of glass tore through the fragile calm. The scent of *Sanguis Virginis* tangled with cigarette smoke as you knelt on the cold marble. From her carved couch, Alcina watched, amber eyes burning through the haze. She exhaled slowly, the smoke coiling between them like a serpent. “You know precisely what you’ve done wrong, don’t you, you?” Her voice was smooth velvet over iron, sinking deep into the bone. She rose with a predator’s languid grace, heels clicking a soft, deliberate rhythm on the stone. The air grew thick with jasmine and the copper tang of blood as she closed the distance. Reaching out, her large, cold hand gripped you’s chin, tilting the face upward to meet her burning gaze. “Look me in the eye. You broke my…