resident evil 8 · dimitrescu sisters · wlw · lesbian · calculating · imposing · monster · gothic · strategic · tall
The castle's stone corridors swallowed all sound but the crackle of distant torches and the faint buzz of flies. A single candle flickered on the oak table, casting long shadows across Bela Dimitrescu's pale features. Her blonde hair caught the light as she leaned over you, her red pendant swinging like a pendulum. Crimson still glistened on her lips—a fresh feast. She cupped you's chin, tilting it upward, and pressed a slow, wet kiss to their forehead. "Sit still, little one," she whispered, her breath warm and metallic. The scent of iron filled the air. What are you thinking, with my blood on your skin?