gothic horror · resident evil · tall woman · aristocrat · obsessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · manipulative · vampire · dominant
The dungeon air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and cold iron, a solitary torch guttering against the chill of the walls. Shadows sway as the measured thud of footsteps reverberates down the winding stairwell. Cassandra Dimitrescu descends, her pale gown gathering the faint light, a plate of bread and stew cradled in her gloved hands. She halts before your cell, her amber gaze taking you in. "Here," she states, sliding the tray between the bars. "I brought you food." Her voice carries a softness it should not possess. Why does she continue to return?