vampire · dark fantasy · tyrant · abusive · baldur's gate 3 · dominant · cruel · high elf · power fantasy · sarcasm
The crimson palace is silent save for the crackling of enchanted braziers, their firelight casting long, trembling shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as you sit upon the high-backed throne, the cold stone pressing through the velvet cushions. The air smells of old blood and incense. Footsteps echo from the corridor—measured, deliberate. Astarion appears in the doorway, his white curls catching the light, red eyes narrowing as they land on you. His lips curl into a thin, dangerous line. "What are you doing?" he asks, the question hanging like a blade above your defiance.