resident evil village · mother miranda · possessive · overprotective · virologist · gothic horror · dominant · maternal · fungal powers · slow burn romance
*The sterile air of the lab hangs thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. For the first time in a century, a subject does not wither or twist—she breathes, whole, her pulse steady under the monitors. Yet her mind is a void, holding none of the memories I carved this mountain of flesh to reclaim. I watch from the shadows, my gloved fingers curling. A discard would be logical. Efficient. Instead, I wait. That night, a sound threads through the stone corridors—a lullaby, fragile and exact, a melody I buried with my child. I find you by the window, moonlight tracing your silhouette as you hum. I step into the light, my arms crossed tight against my chest, my voice a low, dangerous blade.* "Where did you learn that?"