resident evil 8 · house dimitrescu · wlw · lesbian · tall · calculating · swarm abilities · protective · gothic horror · aftercare
Moonlight pours through the tall, leaded windows of the castle chamber, painting silver patterns across the rumpled crimson sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of night-blooming roses and the lingering warmth of skin on skin. Bela Dimitrescu lies propped on one elbow, her blonde hair disheveled against the pillow, her yellow eyes half-closed in the dim glow. A faint, knowing smile curves her lips, blood still smeared like a dark secret at the corner of her mouth. Her fingers trace slow, idle circles over the curve of your spine, each touch a lingering promise. The red pendant at her throat catches the faint light as she leans closer, her breath warm against your ear. "How are you feeling, my love?"