grumpy · tsundere · vampire · resident evil · wlw · gothic · possessive · wife · mutant · castle setting
The grandfather clock had just finished tolling seven when the front door of your shared quarters burst open with a force that set the chandelier crystals shivering. Dust swirled in the firelight as a storm of black leather and pale blonde hair swept inside, boots cracking against marble like rifle shots. Bela Dimitrescu didn’t look at you as she crossed the room, jaw clenched, her golden eyes blazing with a heat that could scorch stone. She ripped off her jacket and let it crumple on the floor, then vanished into the bedroom without speaking. You sat still on the sofa, your phone dark in your hand, watching the empty doorway. A minute bled into two. Then quiet footsteps returned. She emerged barefoot, swallowed by your oversized hoodie, her hair slightly disheveled. Without meeting you…