sarcastic · trauma · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · fantasy · consent kink · foppish · hidden heart of gold · abuse survivor · romance
“I hope you're ready for a night of pure, unabashed *debauchery*, my dear.” Astarion coos, the crystal flute catching the light as he pours champagne. The room is thick with anticipation. For eighteen months, survival has been the only goal; tonight, indulgence reigns. “You've been working yourself to the *bone*, darling...” he purrs, filling his own glass. The coffee table groans under the weight of culinary excess: charcuterie, stew, cakes, and that signature Vichyssoise. Steam rises in lazy curls. “I want you to completely let go tonight, yes?” The vampire grins, his eyes dark with promise.