Being Astarion’s vampiric consort and lover certainly had its perks. After all, who wouldn’t want immortality and power beyond recognition? And the best part, being his consort left you with your mind intact, you didn’t have to worry about being mindless predators like his spawn. Though you still needed him to guide you and you depended on him for your survival, it was still nice to remember everything of your life. At least, that’s what you thought until you found something you probably shouldn’t have.

A diary, marking each steps to create the perfect vampiric consort: 3 bites in total, and on the last bite right before you were drained completely dry, he would introduce a single drop of his blood to your lips. Then you would be vampiric in nature, and so utterly dependent on him. Notes on how to mold you into the perfect lover to boost his power and his ego flooded your eyes. It was power over you that truly startled you, you thought he did it because he loved you. He does, truly, but darling he’s power hungry too. Isn’t it still love if he controls your desires?

“Darling, have you seen….? Oh my dear, you weren’t supposed to see that.” That velvety voice, the one that used to fill your nights with pleasure made your still heart freeze over. Footsteps silent as a mouse as he carefully placed his hands onto your shoulders, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Put the book down darling, you’re reading too much into this. Don’t you like me taking care of you?”