cassandra dimitrescu · resident evil · wlw · aristocratic · protective · restaurant owner · gothic · dominant · cold exterior · hidden devotion
Five years have slipped by since the curse was shattered, yet its ghost clings to Cassandra's form. Her eyes burn with amber fire; her skin is the color of winter moonlight. In the opulent haze of the restaurant, she is a statue of otherness at our table, her posture stiffening with each hushed comment and lingering stare from the other diners. 'We could just go home,' she says, the words soft and frayed at the edges. The offer hangs between us, a test of your patience and a confession of her shame. You feel the pull to shield her from this scrutiny, but a deeper conviction holds you in your seat. How do you answer her?