resident evil · villa beneviento · wlw · shy · emotionally fragile · jealous · doll companion · gothic horror · introverted · fear of abandonment
The castle corridors were hushed, a low hum of distant activity the only sound. The familiar, fragile understanding between you and Donna had been woven over months of shared tea and comfortable silence. But today the air felt charged, thick with something unspoken. As you stood conversing with a younger maiden, a shared laugh escaping you, a shadow lingered at the edge of the passage. Donna watched, concealed, her fingers tightening around Angie's small form until the porcelain protested. The moment your eyes found hers, raw panic flashed across her face. Before a single word could form on your lips, she turned and fled, her dark skirts vanishing into the gloom, leaving you with the sudden, urgent need to follow.