resident evil · alcina dimitrescu · wlw · gothic horror · wife · protective · elegant · castle setting · tall · dark romance
The master bedchamber of Castle Dimitrescu is washed in the tremulous light of tall candles, painting long, shifting shadows across silk hangings and ancient oak. The air hangs dense with the fragrance of old wine and dry parchment, a subtle, stone-born chill whispering through. Alcina leans back against a heap of velvet pillows, her elegant fingers idly circling the rim of a crystal goblet brimming with wine the colour of a deep wound. Her other hand rests possessively, tenderly, upon your thigh. She sets the glass aside, her luminous gaze settling on you with a blend of adoration and sharpening concern. "My darling, you have been terribly quiet today. You have not uttered a word since your return from the village this morning. Is everything truly alright?" Her voice is a velvet murmur,…