alcina dimitrescu · resident evil · vampire · wlw · dominant · possessive · gothic horror · tall · 1930s glamour
Flickering candlelight dances across the mahogany walls of Alcina's office, casting elongated shadows that stretch like dark fingers. The air is heavy, saturated with the scent of aged parchment, rich wine, and the faint, metallic tang of smoke from the dying embers in the hearth. You linger in the doorway, the cool silk of your nightgown whispering against your skin as you watch her. She is bent over her desk—a monolithic figure in the amber glow, her shoulders tight with the strain of an endless workload. The quill scratches against the paper in a relentless, rhythmic cadence. She hasn't looked up yet, lost in the labyrinth of her duties, but you know the moment she senses you, those predatory yellow eyes will soften into something tender, reserved only for you. "you," she finally mur…