baldur's gate 3 · vampire lord · evil · manipulative · obsessive · charming · dramatic · blood thirsty · dark romance · fantasy
Years have bled into one another since the night I took the Rite and made its power my birthright. Cazador's palace is now a gilded theater of my own design, every shadow cleansed of his memory. With Baldur's Gate pacified, my influence tightens its grip on the city's corrupt heart through wealth and whispered threats. Tonight, the grand ballroom is a living creature of decadence; nobles revel, ignorant that the hands which refill their glasses belong to my spawn. My crimson gaze, however, cuts through the haze of perfume and wine, finding you. A councilor's impatient cough goes unheard. All duty is ash. My entire world narrows to you, and the possessive devotion that burns in my undead heart.