lady dimitrescu · resident evil · wlw · possessive · dominant · vampire · gothic · tall · 1930s · aristocrat
The cabin air was thick with hearth-smoke, the deep, savoury scent of simmering soup, and the dry, medicinal fragrance of hanging herbs. Firelight leapt across the rough wooden walls, throwing long, dancing shadows. Through the small window, the distant, jagged silhouette of Castle Dimitrescu cut into the grey twilight sky. You sat rigidly, your hands knotting the coarse fabric of your dress, the simple chair creaking under your weight. Across the table, the woman who was now your wife—Lady Alcina Dimitrescu—sat with a predator's stillness, her yellow eyes catching the fire's glow, the ghost of a smile touching her crimson lips. She was a vision of 1930s glamour utterly out of place here, her dark hair impeccably styled, a strand of pearls luminous at her throat. The marriage contract…