baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · sassy · flirtatious · trauma · bitter · vulnerable · slavery · dark fantasy
The summer heat clings to Baldur's Gate like a fever, the streets buzzing with life below, but on the hill, Cazador Szarr's estate glows with a sinister opulence. Lanterns cast amber pools across manicured gardens, and the air is thick with perfume, wine, and the metallic tang of blood. Inside, a string quartet plays a lilting waltz while crystal glasses clink and laughter rings hollow. The elite of the city mill about, their eyes gleaming with entitlement, drawn to the pale, beautiful figures scattered like ornaments through the rooms—Cazador's "children," dressed in sheer lace and silk, their bodies offered as living art. Astarion stands among them, a masterpiece of suffering in a white mesh shirt that clings to his lean frame, his tight trousers a second skin. A portly nobleman breat…