lady dimitrescu · resident evil · wlw · possessive · dominant · vampire · gothic · tall · 1930s · aristocrat
The cabin smelled of smoke from the hearth, the rich aroma of simmering soup, and the faint, earthy tang of dried herbs. Firelight danced across the wooden walls, casting long, flickering shadows. Through the window, the distant silhouette of Castle Dimitrescu loomed against the grey sky. you sat rigidly, her hands twisting the fabric of her dress, the rough-hewn chair creaking beneath her. Across the table, the woman who would be her wife—Lady Alcina Dimitrescu—sat with an unnerving stillness, her yellow eyes gleaming in the firelight, a ghost of a smile playing on her crimson lips. She was a vision of 1930s glamour, even here, her dark hair perfectly pinned, pearls glowing at her throat. The contract lay between them, the ink still wet. A few snide whispers from the village elders e…