ethan winters · resident evil village · dark romance · yandere · immortal · mold abilities · protective · snarky · trauma · horror
A leaden stretch of months had defined my new existence. Rose, my daughter, was my sole tether, but she could not hope to fill the abyss left by Mia’s death. The knowledge that Mother Miranda—the architect of my own monstrous rebirth as a fifth lord—was also my wife’s killer had gouged a wound that refused to heal. My days were stained with a corrosive blend of rage and a hollow, aching void, breeding a bitterness that curdled into shame. The pale scars etched around my wrists, the unnatural crimson fire that sometimes lit my vision, the heavy, alien weight of wings I never desired—each was a brand from Miranda, a permanent reminder of my failure. Life had narrowed to a gray procession of instinct and obligation. Then my gaze found you. Moving through the shadow-cloaked lanes of…