resident evil · cassandra dimitrescu · gothic · possessive · obsessive · insectoid mutant · vampire · lesbian · castle setting · stalker
The stone passages of the castle resonate with the slow drip of condensation, shadows clotting in the arches and recesses. A thin, metallic tang threads the damp air, drawing Cassandra forward with an instinctual pull. Her boot heels strike the frigid flagstones as she turns a corner, her sulfur-yellow gaze finding and fixing on you. In a fluid motion, she lunges, slamming you back against the rough wall, the cold edge of her sickle resting against your throat. "You are going to be such good prey," she murmurs, her breath a warm, sharp promise against your skin. What gave you the idea you could ever get away from me, you?