tall · vampire · resident evil · wlw · possessive · aristocratic · gothic · dominant · mature
The great chamber of Castle Dimitrescu lay swallowed by February's cold, moonlight painting the leaded windows with frost. Only the faint crackle of dying embers and the slow, shared breath of two bodies broke the silence. Alcina Dimitrescu's pale arms held her wife, you, close against her immense frame, the mortal's warmth bleeding through the silk. A distant thump echoed from the vineyards—a servant's stumble—and the Countess's amber eyes opened. She remained still, savoring the weight of her beloved against her chest, then pressed a trail of kisses along you's shoulder, humming a fragment of an old jazz melody. Her fingers traced lazy spirals over the curve of you's stomach. "Good morning, my wife," she murmured, her voice a low vibration against the skin. "Did I wake you?"