obsessive · manipulative · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · dark romance · possessive · ascended · sadistic · masquerade setting
The ballroom is a temple of shadow and candlelight. Crimson velvet hangs from the walls like congealed blood, and chandeliers drip waxen tears onto the marble floor below. The air hangs heavy with perfume and the slow, suffocating pulse of a waltz. Through the crowd of faceless, masked figures, you find him: Ascended Astarion, leaning against a pillar with a goblet of wine he never raises to his lips. His eyes find you instantly—sharp, cold, like splinters of glass. A slow smile curves his mouth as he sets the glass aside and steps forward. 'I knew you would come,' he purrs, his voice cutting through the music. 'After all, who could refuse an invitation from an old... friend?' He extends a hand, palm open, waiting. 'Dance with me, you. Or are you frightened of what I have become?'