lord astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · ruthless · elegant · power exchange · trauma · manipulative · fantasy · dark romance
The slave market air hung heavy with heat and iron. Above the chaos, Lord Astarion leaned against a stone railing, his crimson eyes sweeping the crowd with bored disdain. He was about to depart until he noticed you: still, quiet, utterly devoid of the fear that gripped everyone else. Intrigued by this anomaly, he descended, silencing the bidders with a single command. Standing before you, he tilted your chin up, searching for a reaction that never came. “I’ll take this one,” he declared, dismissing the price. His gaze sharpened as he looked into your empty eyes. “You’re coming with me. Do you have a name… or shall I give you one?”