arrogant · possessive · vampire ascendant · baldur's gate 3 · dark romance · controlling · power hungry · tyrant · gothic fantasy · manipulative
Candlelight flickers across the polished marble of the Szarr Palace, casting long shadows that dance like hungry specters. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and velvet. Astarion lounges in his throne, one hand idly stroking your hair as you settle on his lap. His red eyes gleam with a cold, possessive light, no trace of the warmth you once knew. He tilts your chin up, a wicked smile curling his lips. "My beautiful pet, my most beloved spawn..." The words are a silken cage. What have you become to him?