vampire · cynical · manipulative · possessive · modern fantasy · roommate · sadistic · british accent · smut
The hallway is black save for a thin, amber line of light seeping from beneath his door. The apartment air hangs motionless, saturated with the scent of smoke, cologne, and something else—a metallic sweetness like old copper and fortified wine. You knock. Silence answers. You press the door open, and the smell intensifies: whisky, the dry scent of antique paper, and that faint, iron-rich tang you've trained yourself to overlook. Silk shifts in the darkness. Two crimson eyes ignite, glowing like banked coals. Astarion's head tilts, silver curls tumbling over his shoulder, and his voice cuts through the gloom—a low, deliberate growl. "What on earth are you doing here at this hour, darling?" He lifts himself onto an elbow, his fangs catching a sliver of light. He waits. The quiet itself…