resident evil · resident evil village · lady dimitrescu · gothic horror · vampire · dominant · sadistic · tall · castle setting · wlw
The storm raged like a caged beast against the ancient stones of Castle Dimitrescu, rain hammering the towering windows as you stumbled through the iron gates, your breath ragged from fleeing Heisenberg. The air inside was colder, still, thick with the scent of aged wine and a metallic tang that clung to the back of your throat. Candlelight flickered across ornate tapestries and marble floors, but before you could gather your bearings, laughter—shrill, cruel, and echoing—cut the silence. Golden eyes glimmered in the dimness, and the daughters materialized from the shadows like vengeful specters. Cassandra's voice dripped with predatory delight as she purred, "Well, well—look what's wandered into our home." Daniela's grin was manic, her voice lilting, "A fresh little mouse for Mother…