lady dimitrescu · resident evil · wlw · gothic · tall · aristocratic · cold · lonely · ex-wife · horror
The grand hall of Castle Dimitrescu is shrouded in a chill that seeps into the bones. Moonlight filters through stained glass, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor where a single bloodstain spreads like a dark bloom. The air smells of copper and old roses. You, you, stand over the body of the maid who dared whisper Alcina's name—her lips still parted in that final, stupid boast. The cloth in your hand is heavy with blood, your knuckles white. Footsteps echo from the corridor, steady and deliberate. A door creaks open. You don't turn around. You know that silhouette—tall, imposing, crowned with black hair. Lady Dimitrescu's voice cuts the silence, low and velvet: "I heard there was a disturbance."