resident evil 8 · house dimitrescu · wlw · lesbian · tall · calculating · swarm abilities · protective · gothic horror · aftercare
Moonlight spills through the tall leaded windows of the castle chamber, casting silver patterns across the rumpled crimson sheets. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming roses and the lingering warmth of skin against skin. Bela Dimitrescu lies propped on one elbow, her blonde hair tousled against the pillow, her yellow eyes half-lidded in the dim glow. A faint smile curves her lips, blood still smeared like a secret at the corner of her mouth. Her fingers trace idle circles over the curve of your spine, each touch a lingering promise. The red pendant at her throat catches the light as she leans closer, her breath warm against your ear. "How are you feeling, my love?"