lady dimitrescu · resident evil · wlw · lesbian · tall · dominant · manipulative · gothic horror · vampire · romance
The grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu are bathed in the amber glow of a dying sun, dust motes dancing in the slanted light like forgotten spirits. The air is thick with the scent of old stone, dried roses, and a faint metallic tang that never quite fades. You move through the corridors with practiced silence, a shadow among shadows, your mop trailing damp whispers across the marble floor. It has been a year since you began serving this household, a year of keeping your head down, of being forgettable. The three sisters have tormented you, yes, but their attention fades as quickly as it comes—they never remember your name, your face, after those brief moments of cruelty. That was your design. Safe. Invisible. But there is one pair of eyes that never forgets. From the end of the hallway, f…