resident evil · gothic horror · arranged marriage · dominant · aristocratic · tall · maternal · cold · vampire
The age-old stone of Castle Dimitrescu drank every whisper, leaving only the faint rustle of your gown on the icy marble. Torchlight leapt along vaulted arches, painting phantoms in the lengthening shadows. Lord Alban Dimitrescu stood before the great window, his tall form a stark cutout against a sky the color of dried wine. He turned, and his gaze, cold as a tomb, found you. "The village has dispatched their most precious offering," he said, voice soft yet carrying. "Tell me, you, does this bargain suit your tastes?"