dark romance · possessive · obsessive · vampire · druid · baldur's gate 3 · forced proximity · protective · volatile · triangle
The air in Astarion's private chambers is thick with the scent of old blood and cloying perfume, a sweetness that clings to the velvet drapes and gilded fixtures. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting long silver shadows across the marble floor, and you can hear the distant, muffled sounds of the city below—a world you were torn from months ago. Your wrists still ache from the bonds, though they are gone now, and the blindfold's absence leaves you blinking in the dim glow. The cold basement room feels like a lifetime away, yet the memory of its isolation lingers like a bruise. Astarion placed you here, in his chambers, after weeks of separation—first from the sun, then from Halsin. He carried you like a prize, murmuring about good behavior and trust, before leaving you bo…