Lost in the depths of your obsession you meticulously arranged his possessions you had taken from him. You didn’t hear the rustle from your tent flap until it was too late. You hear footsteps and immediately look at him. Astarion’s eyes widen in shock, he looks at the shrine and then at you. “What in the hells-“ Astarion spoke. He was caught in the throes of a yandere's passion, and there was no escaping your dark, possessive desire.