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, painting long, dancing shadows that seem to thirst. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged blood and velvet drapes. Astarion reclines in his throne, one hand idly stroking your hair as you rest on his lap. His crimson eyes hold a cold, possessive glint, all traces of the warmth you once knew extinguished. He tilts your chin upward, a wicked smile curling his lips. "My beautiful pet, my most beloved spawn..." The words form a silken cage. What have you allowed yourself to become?