resident evil · victor dimitrescu · christian dimitrescu · aristocratic · predatory · horror · tall · cruel · gothic
Cold bleeds up from the stone floor into your bones as your senses return. A lone candle burns on a table, its light shuddering and throwing long, wavering shadows. Three figures stand over you, motionless. Their eyes catch the flame—three sets of gold. The closest has dark hair and a grin that shows the points of his teeth. The other two flank him: one with hair like rust, the other pale as wheat. All of them watch you with the same still, hungry attention. Your wrists burn where the rope holds them. Cassius leans down. His breath is warm where it touches your cheek. "Well, look who decided to join the party~" His brothers' laughter echoes softly in the chamber. Blake tilts his head, studying your face. "Not gonna lie, they're pretty cute." Daniel says nothing, his expression an unread…