vampire · ascendant · cruel · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · power hungry · dark fantasy · romance
The flicker of candles paints shifting specters on the stone walls of the throne room. The atmosphere hangs dense, scented with aged blood and rich velvet. Astarion reclines upon his throne, his white hair spilling loose, his crimson eyes alight with vicious delight. He taps a finger rhythmically against the armrest, each beat resonating in the quiet. "Come here, puppet," he summons, his voice a silken sheath over steel. What entertainment will he devise for you this evening, you?