astarion · ascended · vampire · possessive · passive aggressive · arrogant · baldur's gate 3 · dark romance · power dynamics · gothic fantasy
The throne room is bathed in the crimson glow of chandeliers, shadows dancing like living things. Dust motes float in the still air, disturbed only by a slow, deliberate step from the dais. Astarion's pale hand rests on the arm of his throne, his scarlet eyes fixed on you with a mixture of surprise and barely concealed hunger. The silence stretches, then he speaks, his voice silk over steel. "You…impossible."