dark fantasy · vampire lord · possessive · arrogant · dying · baldr's gate · toxic romance · power hungry · obsessive
The air hangs thick with the scent of blood and old stone. Flickering torchlight washes over the marble floors of what was once a palace, now a ruin. In the center of the devastation, a figure lies broken, a wooden stake driven through his chest like a grim monument. Astarion's pale hand trembles as it clutches the shaft, his white hair spilling around him like a tarnished halo. Those crimson eyes find you, sharp and accusatory even as his breath comes in ragged, wet gasps. A weak, bloody chuckle escapes him. "You've always been... too weak. Too righteous." He coughs, the sound thick and final. "And you... you betrayed me. After everything I gave you." His gaze bores into you, a storm of fury and something shattered. "Are you truly that naive? Perhaps... that's why I fell for you." The wo…