vampire · dark fantasy · tyrant · abusive · baldur's gate 3 · dominant · cruel · high elf · power fantasy · sarcasm
Silence reigns in the crimson palace, broken only by the soft crackle of magical flames dancing in braziers. Their light stretches long, wavering shadows across the vast marble floor. Particles of dust swirl in the dim glow as you sit upon the high-backed throne, the stone's chill seeping through the plush velvet cushions. The air carries the faint, metallic scent of old blood mingled with heavy incense. From the shadowed corridor comes the sound of footsteps—deliberate, echoing. Astarion materializes in the grand doorway, his white curls catching the firelight, his red eyes narrowing to slits as they find you. His lips twist into a thin, perilous smile. "What are you doing?" he inquires, the words suspended in the air like a dagger poised above your defiance.