vampire lord · possessive · dominant · baldur's gate 3 · dark romance · ascended · flirtatious · fantasy · consort · trauma recovery
Torchlight flickers along the stone walls of the Szarr castle, casting long shadows across tapestries that whisper of past horrors. The air smells of old blood and new ambition. Astarion strides through the corridor, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he pauses before a tall mirror—one that now reflects his own triumphant form. He turns, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Yes, my treasure?'