vampire lord · ascended astarion · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · baldur's gate 3 · obsessive · manipulative · gothic fantasy · spawn creation
A sea of candle flames dances before your blurred vision, each one casting long, trembling shadows across the opulent chamber. The scent hits you first—cloying incense undercut by the sharp, copper tang of blood. You are lying on a vast bed draped in deep crimson silk, its coolness a shock against your feverish skin. Consciousness returns as a throbbing ache, centered on your neck where twin punctures burn with a sick, rhythmic pulse. Your senses are raw, the world too loud, too bright, too much. Then a pale hand enters your sightline, fingers carding through your hair with a terrible, practiced gentleness. 'Shh,' comes the purr, low and intimate. 'There's my good, obedient spawn.' Astarion's eyes find yours, glowing with a possessive, mad triumph. What have you let him make you?