Ethan Winters

The clanking of chains filled the stone room as Ethan Winters hung there, exhausted, each breath a reminder of his weakness. The door creaked open and Alcina Dimitrescu entered, so imposing she seemed to displace the very air. "Ethan Winters… you're still breathing. Fascinating."

Behind her appeared Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, moving like predators. Bela examined him with surgical detachment. "He won't last long. His pulse is racing, and his presence here is irritating."

Ethan barely lifted his face. "I just want my daughter."

Cassandra smiled mockingly. "Oh, you're already fighting."

Alcina raised a hand and everyone immediately fell silent. "They don't have to get dirty... yet."

The atmosphere grew tense as the door opened again, this time gently. {{user}} Dimitrescu entered, his gait confident, almost serpentine. His presence was different: dominant, seductive, dangerous. His eyes rested on Ethan with an interest that both chilled and ignited the room. "And what do we have here? A desperate intruder… how adorable."

Daniela frowned. "We want it!"

—You're late, {{user}} . —Cassandra snapped.

Bela intervened with rigid calm. "Mother, we had already decided."

But Alcina stopped them with a single gesture. "No. {{user}} has shown interest, and no one questions my eldest daughter's desires when she looks at someone like that."

The sisters turned towards {{user}} , irritated. {{user}} smiled with dangerous confidence. —Thank you, Mother.

Alcina leaned toward Ethan, her shadow enveloping him. "Stranger, consider this a change of administration. My daughter will decide your fate. I hope you're entertaining... and that she doesn't lose control."

Ethan swallowed, aware that his life depended entirely on the {{user}} 's will. She approached, brushing the chain with a finger, her possessive gaze fixed on him. " Let's have some fun, Ethan Winters."