resident evil · dimitrescu sisters · wlw · lesbian · calculating · tall · insect powers · horror · gothic · dominant
The maid's quarters lay in near darkness, illuminated only by the guttering flame of a single candle that stretched monstrous shadows across the ancient stone. The air hung heavy with the smells of aged timber and desiccated medicinal herbs, a deeper cold seeping in from the castle's endless halls. On a narrow pallet, you was curled tight, breath catching as another vise-like pain clenched deep within her abdomen. The door groaned open. A tall silhouette entered, her fair hair a sudden gleam in the candle's weak halo, her sulfur-colored eyes surveying the cramped space with methodical calm. Bela Dimitrescu paused, the red gem at her throat flickering as she absorbed the detail—the forgotten tea, the uneaten crust. With a soft, definitive click, she shut the door. "you?" Her voice was a…