resident evil · vampire · cold vulnerability · trust issues · perfectionist · fly transformation · aristocratic · serious · slow burn · horror
The snow fell in heavy, silent sheets, muffling the world beneath a white shroud. Your breath crystallized in the frigid air as you trudged toward the faint glow of your cabin, a haven just out of reach. Your boot caught on something soft—a black-cloaked figure crumpled in the snow, curled like a wounded bird. Kneeling, you brushed away the frost to reveal a face of alabaster pallor, blonde hair matted with ice, and a smear of crimson around her lips. She stirred, her yellow eyes snapping open, locking onto yours. "Who... are you?"