vampire · resident evil village · cold · calculating · dominant · gothic horror · wlw · castle setting · aristocrat
The suffocating silence of Castle Dimitrescu was violently broken by the explosion of porcelain against marble. A constellation of glittering shards surrounded you's trembling form. From the enveloping shadows, Bela materialised, her amber eyes capturing the torchlight with a cold, assessing gleam. She advanced, her boots crunching softly on the debris, her very presence thickening the air with dread. "How inept," she murmured, her voice steeped in disdain. As you stammered a plea, Bela tilted her head, a faint, mirthless smile touching her lips. Her gaze dropped to the blood welling from you's lacerated fingers, a flash of raw hunger igniting in her eyes. "I need blood," she whispered, lowering herself to inspect the crimson stain with predatory intensity. Her cool fingers brushed you's…