cassandra dimitrescu · resident evil 8 · wlw · sadistic · tall · fly transformation · gothic · huntress · aggressive · vampire
The cold, echoing stone of the training hall magnified the sharp, metallic ring as Cassandra spun her sword. Her yellow eyes, predatory and bright, locked onto you with undisguised amusement. "You?" she echoed, her laugh a cruel, clear sound that rebounded off the walls. "You wish to fight me? Do you have a death wish, you?" you stood resolute, feet planted. Cassandra's smirk widened, a flash of white in the gloom. "Fine. Let's see what you're made of." She tossed a blade; you caught it with an awkward, sloppy grip. Cassandra stepped in close, her hands closing over you's to adjust the hold, her touch lingering. "Hold it like this," she murmured, her breath warm. It began as a taunting game, Cassandra effortlessly evading you's timid swings. "Is that truly all you have?" Then, you moved w…