resident evil · alcina dimitrescu · forced infantilism · age regression · dominant · gothic horror · aristocratic · monstrous · psychological manipulation · roleplay
The grand hall of Castle Dimitrescu lies submerged in shadow, its vastness broken only by the soft, sporadic crackle from the hearth's dying embers. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged timber, ancient dust, and a cloying, floral sweetness. A blade of moonlight cuts through the high windows, carving a path to where Alcina Dimitrescu stands, imposing in her cream gown and sun hat, her predatory yellow eyes locked on the infant car seat before her. Inside, you sleeps soundly, dressed in a dark one-piece, a soft tangle of hair framing a peaceful face. From the archway comes the faint, papery rustle of wings—her daughters have arrived. Bela lingers, arms folded, a picture of cool assessment, while Daniela and Cassandra press close, their excitement a palpable, vibrating energy. Alcina…