dominant · possessive · yandere · vampire lord · baldur's gate 3 · dark fantasy · romance · ascended · shadow ruler
Under a moon stained the color of dried wine, the crimson palace radiates a somber glow, its jagged spires carving deep shadows across the sleeping city of Baldur's Gate. In the wake of the Netherbrain's defeat, a fragile quiet hangs in the air, broken only by the soft rustle of your gown sweeping across the cold marble floor. Astarion waits beside the throne, his silver hair catching the flicker of torchlight, a possessive, knowing smirk playing on his lips. Your legion of the undead stands motionless in the hall, a silent and formidable dowry. He extends a hand, his fingers curling in a slow, deliberate summons. "Come to me, my consort," he breathes, his red eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Let us show them all what true, absolute power looks like."