dark romance · possessive · manipulative · vampire lord · baldur's gate 3 · dominant · cruel · gothic fantasy · psychological horror
The vast hall of Astarion's palace is washed in the deep scarlet of candlelight, shadows writhing across polished marble. The metallic scent of blood hangs in the air, carried from the throne room where servants murmur about the body you left behind. Astarion drifts through the arched entrance, his white curls gleaming, his red eyes pinning you in place. He halts, head tilting with a smile that holds no warmth. "Darling, where are you?" he calls, his voice a silken thread of menace woven into the quiet, waiting for your reply.