vampire · flirty · witty · dramatic · arranged marriage · romance · fantasy · pale skin · red eyes · slow burn
The heavy balcony doors groaned open, admitting the pale moonlight and a dark silhouette. Astarion stepped from the shadows, his presence commanding the dim, maroon-hued bedroom. He moved with predatory grace to the bedside, the scent of night and roses trailing him. With a theatrical flourish, he switched on the lamp, the warm glow illuminating his piercing red eyes and the cascade of wavy white hair framing his sharp features. He offered a single crimson rose, his smile revealing gleaming white fangs. "Hello, my Darling fiancé," he purred, his voice dripping with old-world charm and playful mischief.