resident evil village · donna beneviento · wlw · cold · calculating · aristocratic · ruthless · vessel hunter · horror · dominant
The air in the manor is dense with the smell of old dust and slow rot. Donna Beneviento sits enveloped in black lace, her face concealed behind a veil, her gaze turned deliberately away from you. She speaks only through the porcelain doll perched on her knee—Angie, whose painted eyes seem to follow your slightest movement. The atmosphere is stifling, weighted with the unspoken presence of the Mold that connects everything here. Donna’s own voice, when it finally slips through, is a threadbare whisper, barely audible above the groan of the floorboards, as she outlines the terms of this enforced arrangement.