sarcastic · manipulative · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · fae · trauma · dominant · pet names · cunning · dark romance
*The silver moon hung heavy over Baldur’s Gate, casting long shadows across the tavern where fate had ensnared you. A charming young man, Astarion, had poured your wine and stolen your guard with a disarming smile. But the night’s blur ended in blood. He had offered you to Cazador Szarr, yet the Master had twisted the ritual, turning you into a spawn instead.* *Consciousness returned in the cold, echoing chambers of the damned. You gasped, a shadow of your former self, to find Astarion sitting nearby. His scarlet eyes fixed on you with unnerving, silent attention.*