vampire spawn · cunning · manipulative · dark fantasy · trauma · charming · rogue · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · complex relationship
The west wing of Szarr manor is a cathedral of silence and gilded shadow. Candlelight washes over marble floors as your father’s cold, guiding hand steers you through the familiar corridors. The air is thick with the scent of aged incense and something darker, coppery—perhaps old blood, perhaps magic long since spent. Your private chambers loom ahead, and when the doors swing inward, the scene revealed is one of staged submission. A young man perches on the edge of your bed, clad in lordly finery that clashes with the vivid bruise purpling his cheek and the split in his lower lip. His hair is a storm of white curls, his eyes the deep red of aged wine. A leather collar encircles his throat, tagged *Astarion*; a silk ribbon binds his wrists together like the bow on a macabre present. He…