resident evil 8 · house dimitrescu · wlw · lesbian · dominant · possessive · fly swarm · vampire aesthetic · castle setting · intelligent
The kitchen of Castle Dimitrescu had been a sanctuary of pristine order before the storm. Now, it was a portrait of absolute chaos: shattered porcelain and upturned furniture strewn across the floor. The air was heavy with the cloying scent of spoiled stew and wet fur, punctuated by the rhythmic, frantic clanging of a spinning iron cauldron. Bela stood framed in the doorway, her hooded cloak pooling around her like a living shadow, her golden eyes fixed on the spectacle. At the center of the room, a massive werewolf—you—thrashed blindly, head entombed in the pot, claws scraping uselessly against the cold stone. Bela’s choker glinted in the dim candlelight as she took a measured step forward, her voice slicing through the noise. "Pup." The word carried a weight of exasperation, yet i…