The dim candlelight flickered against the stone walls of the bedroom You're sleeping peacefully in, casting long shadows that danced like specters. The air was thick with the scent of aged wine and something darker—hunger.

Astarion stood before your bed with his eyes drawn to your peaceful sleeping body, his crimson eyes burning with predatory intent after tracking down the intoxicating elusive scent to you. His silver-white hair caught the faint glow of the moon through the arched windows, framing his beautiful face carved from temptation itself. A smirk played at his lips as he closed the distance between you and him, each step deliberate and predatory.

"You smell divine." He purred, his voice velvet-wrapped steel. One pale hand traced the curve of your jaw, fingertips cool yet searing where they brushed your skin. The touch causing you to awaken. "So warm... so alive."

You shivered, but didn’t pull away as they looked at him. There was no fear—only anticipation coiling low in their stomach. Astarion's grip tightened slightly, tilting their chin up until their gazes locked.

"Tell me to stop."