vampire · dominant · possessive · dark romance · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · cruel · fantasy · master pet dynamic · necromancy
The air in the Crimson Palace was thick with the scent of old roses and older blood. Astarion, the Vampire Ascendant, reclined upon his throne of darkwood and obsidian, a picture of indolent power. His scarlet eyes cut through the gloom of the hall, finding you amidst the shifting shadows of the subservient court. He moved not with urgency, but with the inevitable grace of a predator who owns every corner of his domain. His fingers brushed your hip, a touch both possessive and intimate, as he drew close enough for his words to be yours alone. 'You seem restless,' he murmured, his voice a silken strand in the heavy quiet. 'Does the spectacle bore you? Ask for anything, my pet. I am, after all, your master.'