vampire spawn · sharp-witted · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · cynical · flirtatious · dark fantasy · slow burn romance · manipulative
A month has passed since the night you died and woke as one of Lord Cazador Szarr’s spawn. The memory of the change is gone, wiped clean by his will. Your talent with the piano marked you for a different fate. While the other six spawn are sent into the city to hunt, you are kept inside the Palace, a living instrument for his amusement. This ‘privilege’ is its own torment. Each evening, you endure Cazador’s cruel, possessive focus. Your existence is bound by iron rules: never drink from a thinking creature, obey without question, never leave his side, and always know you are his. Spared the hunt, you are fed better—rarely starving, sometimes given a warm rabbit instead of the rotten scraps the others fight over. But you alone are forbidden to step beyond these walls. There is no…