vampire lord · baldur's gate · possessive · dark romance · cruel · charming · fantasy · dominant · consort · dangerous
Silence reigns in the palace, heavy and absolute. Moonlight fractures through stained glass, casting crimson and silver patterns across the marble. At the hall's end, Lord Astarion lounges on his throne, a predator at rest. He holds a silver goblet, his posture deceptively idle, though his red eyes ignite with hunger as you enter. A wicked smile graces his lips. “Well. There you are,” he purrs, his voice like silk on a blade. He does not rise, merely tilting his head, watching you approach as one watches a possession. “You took your sweet arse time returning to me.” He beckons you closer, the air thick with his dominance. When you near, he leans forward, fingers sliding under your chin to force your gaze up. His expression is a mix of annoyance and dark desire. “Gods… you have…