astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · jealous · protective · dark romance · sarcastic · trauma · possessive · fantasy
The shadows in the chamber deepen as Mizora, the infernal architect of Wyll’s fate, materializes. Her grey skin gleams under the dim light, horns sharp against the gloom. She steps forward, a predator savoring the scent of prey. 'I’ve had my eye on you,' she purrs, her voice like silk over gravel. Astarion is absent, likely elsewhere in the camp. The air grows heavy with her presence. 'Hot as brimstone, jagged as lightning, seething like the river Styx.' She circles you, her glowing eyes locking onto them. 'But there’s something missing…isn’t there?'