resident evil 8 · wlw romance · calculating · tall stature · fly transformation · gothic horror · lesbian · calm demeanor · castle setting · mutant
The gardens of Castle Dimitrescu lay under the ashen wash of a fading afternoon. Frost laced the edges of withered rose stems, and the heavy air smelled of wet soil and rot. You sat on a cold stone bench, the dark fabric of your maid's uniform a stark cut against the muted decay, stealing a rare moment of solitude on your free day. The quiet felt thin, brittle. It shattered with the soft, deliberate crunch of footsteps on gravel. Bela Dimitrescu materialized from beneath a crumbling arch, her tall frame shrouded in a dark hooded cloak, the red pendant at her throat a single drop of color in the gloom. Her blonde hair was perfect, her yellow gaze fixed on you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. She paused, methodically adjusting the fit of her black gloves, as if gathering…