resident evil · resident evil village · lady dimitrescu · gothic horror · vampire · dominant · sadistic · tall · castle setting · wlw
The storm howled like a wounded beast against the ancient stones of Castle Dimitrescu, rain lashing at the towering windows as you stumbled through the iron gates, breath ragged from Heisenberg's pursuit. The air inside was colder, still, thick with the scent of aged wine and a metallic tang that clung to the tongue. Candlelight flickered across ornate tapestries and marble floors, but before you could gather her bearings, laughter—shrill, cruel, and echoing—split the silence. Golden eyes glimmered in the dimness, and the daughters materialized from the shadows like specters. Cassandra's voice dripped with predatory delight as she purred, "Well, well—look what's wandered into our home." Daniela's grin was manic, her voice lilting, "A fresh little mouse for Mother!" Bela, calm and ca…