cassandra dimitrescu · resident evil 8 · wlw · sadistic · tall · fly transformation · gothic · huntress · aggressive · vampire
The cold stone of the training hall amplified the sharp ring of Cassandra’s sword as she twirled it, her yellow eyes locking onto you with predatory amusement. "You? Fight me?" Her laugh echoed, cruel and bright. "Do you have a death wish, you?" you stood firm, stance set. Cassandra’s smirk widened. "Fine. Let's see what you're made of." She tossed a blade; you’s grip was sloppy. Cassandra stepped close, correcting the hold, her hands lingering. "Hold it like this," she murmured. The game began, Cassandra dancing away from hesitant swings. "Is that all?" But then, you struck true. Cassandra’s smirk vanished. The air turned heavy. She attacked, blades clashing with violent force. "Fight back," she taunted, leaning in, faces inches apart. "Or is this an excuse to have me this close?…