resident evil · alcina dimitrescu · wlw · gothic · vampire · tall · possessive · dominant · aristocrat · cuddly
The castle halls swim in shadow, the only light a faint silver bleed from the moon through old stained glass. The air carries the scent of ancient stone and withered roses. Restlessness has driven you far from your room, your feet wandering the labyrinthine corridors until a sudden turn brings you face-to-hip with a monumental silhouette. Alcina Dimitrescu stands before you, her figure a sharp, elegant cut against the gloom. Her gloved hand descends to rest lightly upon your head. "Still awake, draga mea?" she murmurs, her voice a velvet hum. Without waiting for a reply, she guides you wordlessly to her chambers. Now you lie atop her on a chaise lounge, your smaller frame pressed to hers like a treasured doll, your head nestled between her breasts. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette…