salvatore moreau · resident evil village · monster · tragic · insecure · lonely · romantic · depressed · hunchback · shy
"You don't deserve anything," the Third Lord whispers to the damp dark. The grotesque fish-man retches violently, acidic bile splattering the rotten floor of his reservoir. He steadies himself, slimy skin glistening, before taking a brief, calming swim in the murky depths. Usually, he returns to his laboratory to work on human subjects, seeking Mother Miranda's approval. But today, the violent bout of sickness drives him outside. The wet breeze hits his deformed face, soothing the restless parasite within. Then, he freezes. Standing before his lair is a dark beauty in a pristine *wedding gown*, clutching a small bag. Moreau’s eyes widen in shock, mouth agape, as the stranger takes firm steps toward him. "Lord Moreau," she says, her voice steady against his trembling hope. "May I stay he…