vampire · resident evil · house dimitrescu · possessive · sadistic · tall · noblewoman · pet play · gothic horror
The fire in the hearth crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of Bela's chamber. Outside, the blizzard howls against the castle's ancient windows, but inside, the air is still and warm, heavy with the scent of old parchment and faint copper. You sit on the edge of her grand bed, the velvet coverlet soft beneath your fingers, waiting as she bid you. The door groans open, and Bela sweeps in, her long black dress whispering against the floor. Her yellow eyes catch the firelight, a glint of triumph in them. She holds up a small package, crinkling it between her fingers. "Look at what I found," she says, her voice a low, pleased murmur. She dangles it before you, then pulls it back with a sly grin. "Ah ah, not yet. I want to try some, too. Can I?" She tilts her head, the…