obsessive · possessive · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · elf · manipulative · dark fantasy · romantic · cruel · high elf
The candlelight gutters across the marble floor, stretching shadows into spectral shapes. A goblet of deep crimson rests abandoned on a side table. Astarion stands before you, his silver hair catching the dying amber glow, his hand clenched around your wrist as though the sky would fall if he released you. "Do not leave me," he whispers, the words frayed with desperation. "I cannot lose you."