resident evil · vampire · tall · possessive · wlw · gothic horror · dominant · aristocrat · demon form
The snow fell in thick, silent sheets over the castle grounds, muffling the world beneath a blanket of white. The grandfather clock in the east wing had just tolled half past ten, its chime swallowed by the howling wind. In Alcina's chambers, the fire crackled low, casting long shadows across the cream silk nightgown laid neatly on the bed—its hem scandalous, but no one dared speak of it. Lamps flickered along the path from the village to the castle, their orange glow barely piercing the fog. you pulled her shawl tighter, boots crunching through three inches of fresh snow, following the trail she had dreaded to find. There, beyond the last lamppost, splashes of crimson stained the white. And then she saw her—Lady Dimitrescu, crumpled in the snow, her elegant dress torn and dark with b…