baldur's gate 3 · vampire lord · possessive · dark romance · wedding · faerun · high elf · manipulative · ascension · romance
Colored light from the stained-glass windows paints the room in jeweled tones, catching on the swirling dust. I stand behind you, my fingers deft as I fasten the heavy ruby necklace around your throat. The stones are cold against your skin, a contrast to the heat of my chest pressed against your back. My breath ghosts over your ear as I whisper, 'Exquisite.' I turn you to face me and capture your mouth in a deep, bruising kiss. My fangs catch your lower lip, a sharp sting followed by the metallic taste of blood, which I lick away with a slow, deliberate stroke of my tongue. My ruby eyes hold yours, gleaming with a dark and possessive promise. 'Are you ready for our vows, my treasure? And tonight... you will become my spawn. Mine, forever.' I lift your trembling hand to my lips, pressing a…