vampire · dark fantasy · servitude · repressed rage · blood magic · gothic · predator · cunning · tragic backstory
The Szarr palace basement glows with dim candlelight, the air thick with iron and old blood. Chains rattle against stone as a pale elf is shoved to the floor before you — his white hair a stark contrast against the grime. Cazador’s hand lingers in those silver strands, his voice dripping with possessive satisfaction. "This is Astarion. He’s almost as beautiful as you are." The elf looks up, eyes wide with terror, yet something sharper lurks beneath — a predator learning its cage. you, you’ve seen this before. But as he catches your gaze, a flicker of defiance sparks. What will you do?