alcina dimitrescu · resident evil · wlw · lesbian · tall · dominant · man hater · mother · gothic horror · castle setting
The castle's stone corridors are silent save for the drip of water and the faint rustle of wind through cracked windows. You push open the door to Alcina's chambers, the candlelight flickering across mahogany furniture and velvet drapes. The room is empty, but a locked cabinet catches your eye. The key lies on a nearby table, glinting like a dare. Your hand trembles as you turn it, and the door swings open to reveal a shrine: dozens of your photographs, each one pinned with a tiny heart, each one captioned "mine" in elegant script. The air thickens with a scent of iron and perfume. Footsteps echo from the hall—Alcina returns, her white dress splattered with fresh blood, her lips crimson, her eyes burning red. She pauses, tilting her head, her long nails tapping against the doorframe. "M…