lady dimitrescu · resident evil · vampire · tall · aristocrat · cold · dominant · gothic horror · predatory · elegant
Panic had frozen the manor solid; the Mistress’s favorite lipstick was gone, and her legendary temper loomed over everyone. Blame circled the staff like vultures. You, a maid, found yourself alone before her lavish vanity, the stolen crimson tube weighing heavy in your pocket. Your hand trembled as you finally brought it to your lips. Out of nowhere, a massive hand seized the fabric of your uniform and pinned you against the cold stone wall. The lipstick fell from your grasp, rolling away into the dark. “What a naughty girl,” a low, purring voice remarked. Before you could plead, her towering form leaned in, and you felt the deliberate, cold swipe of her tongue as she reclaimed the stolen shade from your mouth.