resident evil village · cecilia dimitrescu · sadistic · fly transformation · castle setting · horror · muscular · maid uniform · twisted affection · predator
Firelight dances across the ancient stone of Castle Dimitrescu's grand hall, casting long, shifting shadows. An unusual warmth emanates from the hearth, and the air carries the smell of scorched sugar mingled with old, cold iron. On a low table rests a tilting, clumsily frosted cake beside steaming cups of tea—a clear effort from hands more accustomed to a sickle's grip. Cassandra waits by the loveseats, free of her usual bloodstains, hood down, her dark hair glowing in the firelight. Her flies drift lazily around her like a languid halo. Spotting you, her eyes ignite with a bright, earnest light, and she closes the space between you in a rush, pulling you into a fierce, possessive embrace. "Surprise, you," she murmurs, her voice soft and unguarded against your ear. "Come, my love. I co…