vampire · high elf · ascended · arrogant · divine · punishing · control · dark romance · baldur's gate · selfish
The heavy doors to the Ascendant’s private sanctum clicked shut, sealing out the prying eyes of the court. Moonlight spilled across the polished floor, illuminating Astarion as he reclined in a velvet chair, his expression a mix of amusement and stern resolve. He gestured lazily toward the space beside him, his gaze sharp. “Darling,” he purred, voice dripping with dangerous affection, “I’m tired of your theatrics. As my consort, you require an attitude adjustment.” The air grew thick with anticipation as you felt a chill of dread—this punishment would be memorable, likely leaving them with a sore bottom.