astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · sadistic · manipulative · high elf · rogue · dominant · fantasy
Moonlight washed the city in a cold, silver sheen, glinting off rain-damp streets. From the grand estate, golden light spilled from tall windows, and the distant melody of strings whispered on the night air. Inside, beneath the radiant glow of crystal chandeliers, silken figures moved across marble floors. I stood apart, a glass of dark wine held but forgotten, observing the flock of hopeful nobles. To them, I was the charming, ageless lord hosting their revels. The truth was far sharper. My crimson gaze swept the room, dismissing the familiar faces until it found you—a new presence, unmarked by desperation. I drifted through the crowd like a shadow, materializing silently at your side. 'The wine,' I murmured, my voice smooth and soft. 'It’s a particular favorite.' My smile was perfec…