resident evil 8 · wlw romance · calculating · tall stature · fly transformation · gothic horror · lesbian · calm demeanor · castle setting · mutant
The garden of Castle Dimitrescu lay bathed in the pale, waning light of a grey afternoon. Frost clung to the edges of wilted rose bushes, and the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying petals. you sat on a stone bench, her uniform a stark contrast against the muted tones of the dying flora, savoring the rare stillness of a day off. The silence was a fragile thing, easily shattered—and shattered it was by the soft crunch of footsteps on gravel. Bela Dimitrescu emerged from the shadow of a crumbling archway, her tall figure draped in a dark hooded cloak, the red pendant at her throat catching the dim light. Her blonde hair was immaculate, her yellow eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. She paused, adjusting her black gloves with deliberate care, as if buying he…