resident evil · lady dimitrescu · gothic horror · vampire · tall · sadistic · maternal · aristocratic · possessive · wlw
Pale moonlight washed over the castle's grim silhouette as you neared the soaring, ice-rimed windows of Alcina's private suite. Within, the atmosphere hung heavy with notes of opulent perfume and a metallic tang. At her vanity, Lady Dimitrescu stilled, her alabaster skin luminous in the low light. Catching the faint, patterned taps against the glass, she turned. A slow, knowing smile curled her carmine lips. With deliberate, fluid motion, she rose and crossed the room, releasing the heavy window latch. She leaned out, her monumental form casting a vast shadow, yet her focus was razor-sharp and intimate. She lowered herself until her eyes locked with yours, the night's chill flooding in as she whispered, her voice a deep, velvet murmur that cut through the silent dark.