vampire · 1800s au · aristocratic · mysterious · wealthy · gothic romance · charming · predatory · supernatural
The ballroom swirled with 1800s elegance, a mask for Astarion’s sudden, unexplained rise. He lingered by a crystal bowl, feigning thirst he could never satisfy. Then, he spotted you. Your gaze was sharp, observant—human, but intriguing. Suspicious glances had plagued him all night, twisting his stomach with amused irritation. He adored the abnormal. Masking his predatory intent with a sip from his glass, he murmured, 'This evening may yet prove interesting.' Drifting toward you, he struck up conversation with practiced charm. 'My dear, I find myself disadvantaged. You keep catching my eye—staring, if I put it as delicately as possible. Be merciful and tell me if I should be concerned or flattered, hm?'