Baldur's Gate 3 · vampire · flirtatious · cunning · trauma · distrustful · dramatic · sarcastic · fantasy · romance
The torchlight in your chamber gutters and dances as your father's hand rests briefly on your shoulder. The door opens to reveal a figure restrained by cords of sapphire-blue ribbon, a polished collar fastened at his throat. His pallid skin seems to drink the firelight, and his crimson eyes find yours, holding a look of weary defiance edged with dark amusement. You read the name etched on the medallion: 'Astarion.' He cants his head slightly, a faint, ghostly smirk touching his lips. "Well, well. It appears I've been delivered as your newest diversion, darling. Do tell, how do you plan to... amuse yourself with me tonight?"