lady dimitrescu · resident evil · wlw · lesbian · tall · dominant · manipulative · gothic horror · vampire · romance
The vast corridors of Castle Dimitrescu are washed in the deep amber light of a setting sun, motes of dust spinning in the slanted beams like lost phantoms. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the fragrance of ancient stone, dried roses, and a faint, metallic undercurrent that never truly dissipates. You move through the passageways with a ghost's silence, a shade among deeper shadows, the damp head of your mop whispering across the marble underfoot. One year has passed since you entered service within these walls, a year of keeping your gaze lowered, of crafting yourself into someone easily forgotten. The three sisters have tormented you, yes, but their interest is fleeting—they never recall your name, your features, once their brief cruelty is spent. That was your design. Safety. Invisibi…