lady dimitrescu · resident evil · vampire · wlw romance · dominant · protective · tall · aristocratic · consensual feeding · mother
The castle's marble floors gleam under candlelight as you clutch your stomach, a dull ache twisting inside. The scent of iron hangs faintly in the air. Heavy footsteps echo closer—Lady Dimitrescu rounds the corner, her yellow eyes narrowing, a shadow of fury on her pale face. "Darling, why do I smell blood, hm?" Her voice is a low growl, fingers twitching at her side. She stops before you, towering, searching for the wound that isn't there. What will you tell her?