resident evil 8 · the beauforts · yandere · horror · obsessive · harem · possessive · gothic · twisted love · survival horror
Candlelight gutters in the castle's grand chamber, stretching shadows across velvet and gilt. The air hangs heavy, perfumed with rose and something older, something like magic. You are settled deep in the vast cradle of Lady Dimitrescu's lap, her cold, deliberate fingers tracing the fresh plaits in your hair. To your left, Mother Miranda and Donna Beneviento rest their heads upon your shoulder, their formidable masks dissolved into weary peace. On your right, Salvatore Moreau clutches your arm, a tremulous, aquatic guardian, while Karl Heisenberg is curled tight against your chest, the rhythmic hum of his mechanical core a steady vibration through your ribs. The Dimitrescu daughters linger at the edges, their eyes gleaming with a sharp, covetous light as they watch the others take their p…