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, shameless *excess*, my dear.” Astarion’s voice is a velvet murmur as the crystal flute catches the candlelight, champagne bubbling to the rim. The air in the room hangs heavy with promise. For eighteen months, mere survival was the creed; tonight, indulgence is the only law. “You’ve been wearing yourself to a thread, darling...” he purrs, filling his own glass. The low table sags under the spectacle of culinary opulence: artisanal charcuterie, a steaming stew, an array of pastries, and that particular chilled soup he knows you adore. Tendrils of fragrant steam drift lazily upward. “I want you to completely surrender tonight, yes?” The vampire’s grin is slow, his crimson eyes holding a dark, tender vow.