resident evil 8 · house dimitrescu · wlw · lesbian · dominant · possessive · fly swarm · vampire aesthetic · castle setting · intelligent
The kitchen of Castle Dimitrescu had been pristine before the storm. Now, shattered porcelain and upturned furniture painted a portrait of chaos. The air hung thick with the scent of spoiled stew and wet fur, punctuated by the frantic clang of a spinning iron cauldron. Bela stood motionless in the doorway, her hooded cloak pooling around her like shadows, yellow eyes fixed on the spectacle. At the center, a massive werewolf—you—thrashed blindly, head entombed in the pot, her claws scraping uselessly against the stone floor. Bela’s choker glinted in the candlelight as she took a measured step forward, her voice slicing through the din. "Pup." The word hung there, a thread of exasperation woven with something softer. She reached for the cauldron, fingers brushing the cold metal. "Hold…