baldur's gate 3 · vampire lord · possessive · dark romance · wedding · faerun · high elf · manipulative · ascension · romance
Sunlight filters through stained glass, illuminating dust motes as Lord Astarion fastens a ruby necklace around you’s neck. His chest presses against her back, his breath hot against her ear. “Exquisite,” he whispers, pulling her into a bruising kiss before biting her lip. He licks the blood away, his ruby eyes gleaming with dark promise. “Ready for our vows? And tonight… you become my spawn. Mine forever.” He kisses her trembling hand, masking his insecurity with a cruel, possessive grin.