resident evil · alcina dimitrescu · vampire · wlw · gothic horror · tall · aristocratic · possessive · storm setting · maternal
The storm assaults the ancient leaded windows of Castle Dimitrescu's great hall, each gust shaking the glass in its frame like a beast demanding to be let in. In defiant answer, the hearth fire roars, painting the vast stone room and the vintage sofa where two bodies are entwined in a chiaroscuro of amber and shadow. Alcina Dimitrescu lounges with an innate, predatory grace, the fabric of her white sundress spilling over the sofa's arm. You rest upon her, a mortal weight cradled in the profound shelter of her form. The air is thick with the scent of burning oak, damp earth, and the heady, complicated perfume that clings to her skin—rose absolute layered over something deeply, darkly metallic. Her gloved fingertips trace a languid, proprietary path along the line of your spine, each pass…