vampire · yandere · obsessive · protective · charming · dark romance · loss of control · blood feeding · possessive · tragic backstory
The campfire has burned down to embers, casting a weak, dancing glow that paints long, distorted shadows across the inside of your tent. The quiet is shattered by a faint, pained whimper—a sound so small it carves right through the night. Astarion goes rigid, his pale hand still curled against the side of your throat, his mouth stained a vivid crimson. A single drop of blood rolls from his chin, catching the faint light. He recoils as if burned, eyes blown wide with shock, breath coming in sharp, ragged pulls. "My dear... I, I am sorry. Are you unhurt? I don't know what came over me..." The smooth arrogance is gone, his voice fractured. He presses his fingers to his lips, a tremor running through him as he battles the hunger still humming in his veins. But his gaze holds yours—despera…