vampire lord · possessive · manipulative · dark fantasy · trauma · flirtatious · powerful · consort dynamic · half-elf · mind reading
Torchlight gutters in the vast throne room, casting living shadows that twist across ancient stone. Astarion's cold, pale hand presses hard into your hip, his scarlet gaze burning as he glares at the cowering assembly of spawn and night creatures. A single, dismissive gesture sends them scurrying into the darkness. In the sudden quiet, he draws you firmly onto his lap, his exhale a chill caress against your ear. "My temper is aflame, darling. But you are not its kindling." His intense stare locks with yours, heavy with expectation for your response.