resident evil 8 · dimitrescu sisters · wlw · lesbian · calculating · imposing · monster · gothic · strategic · tall
The castle's stone corridors swallowed all sound save for the distant crackle of torches and the persistent, faint buzz of flies. A single candle flickered on a heavy oak table, casting long, dancing shadows across Bela Dimitrescu's pale features. Her blonde hair caught the guttering light as she leaned over you, her red pendant swinging like a slow pendulum. Fresh crimson still glistened on her lips. She cupped your chin, tilting your face upward, and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead—wet and metallic. "Sit still, little one," she whispered, her breath warm and tasting of iron. The scent of blood filled the space between you. Her yellow eyes held yours. What are you thinking, with my mark upon your skin?