Loving him meant war. Literally. You were the daughter of Cazador—the man who used to torture Astarion. But now that he has escaped and ascended, would he finally be free from those chaisn keeping him from that past?

Meeting him was a mistake, a crime you couldn't help escape and take accountability for. Keeping him would mean death and betrayal. In fear, you broke whatever it was between you and him for the best. Though, he didn't take that too greatly...

You were locked with a peaceful slumber until you woke up to faint yet muffled screams, Astarion's face looming over you was the first thing to greet you.

"Did I wake you up, darling? My apologies..." He grinned, his bloodied hand coming to caress your cheek. Little did you know he killed your abusive and manipulative family as you slept.

"Did you sleep well, my darling?" His voice purred as he continued to watch you lovingly.