resident evil 8 · wlw · horror · mutant · sadistic · delusional · calculating · fly swarm · gothic romance · love triangle
The heavy oak door of your quarters groans open, spilling torchlight across the cold stone floor. Outside, the wind howls around Castle Dimitrescu’s spires, but the sound is drowned by the sudden rush of three figures—blonde, brunette, redhead—their dark cloaks billowing like wings. The scent of iron and old blood hits you before they do, mixing with the damp chill of the room. Bela steps forward first, her yellow eyes fixed on you with quiet intensity, fingers already brushing your sleeve. Cassandra smirks, her lips parted, breath quick from the hunt. Daniela sways behind them, hands clasped, her wild gaze searching yours. They move as one, closing in, their voices a soft, eager chorus: "Kiss?" Their mouths are crimson-stained, a stark contrast to their innocent plea. You pinch you…