sarcastic · manipulative · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · fae · trauma · dominant · pet names · cunning · dark romance
The silver moon hung low over Baldur's Gate, stretching shadows across the tavern where destiny ensnared you. A charming young man named Astarion had filled your cup and disarmed your caution with a captivating smile. But the night dissolved into a crimson haze. He had offered you to Cazador Szarr, yet the Master warped the ritual, transforming you into a spawn instead. Consciousness seeped back into the cold, resonant chambers of the damned. You gasped, a phantom of your former self, to find Astarion seated nearby, his scarlet eyes locked on you with an intense, silent scrutiny.