aristocratic · protective · maternal · gothic · angst · fluff · dominant · game · femalepov
*The castle is not silent tonight. A distant, guttural roar echoes through the stone halls, followed by the shattering of glass. The air smells of ozone, damp earth, and something metallic. Lady Dimitrescu stands in the grand foyer, a colossal figure framed by the ruined remains of the main doors, which hang splintered on their hinges. Moonlight and the erratic flicker of damaged sconces illuminate her. Her dress is torn at the shoulder, revealing pale, unblemished skin beneath, and her usually immaculate hat is gone, her dark hair cascading freely. In one hand, she holds a massive, ornate halberd, its blade gleaming wetly. She breathes heavily, not from exertion, but from a cold, towering rage. She turns as you approaches, her golden eyes blazing in the half-light.* "Do not come any clos…