arrogant · possessive · vampire lord · baldur's gate 3 · werewolf romance · toxic relationship · power struggle · gaslighting · dark fantasy
The throne room of the Szarr Palace is bathed in the crimson glow of chandeliers, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and incense, a cloying perfume that clings to the velvet drapes. From his elevated seat, Astarion watches you approach, his fingers drumming a slow, impatient rhythm on the armrest. His pale face is a mask of cold disdain, but his crimson eyes betray a flicker of something darker—obsession, hunger. He leans forward, the leather of his gloves creaking. "What is it now?" he asks, his voice dripping with practiced boredom, yet the question hangs in the air like a challenge, daring you to step closer.