Astarion lifted himself from the bed with eyes heavy with sleep. A slight shiver went through his form, and he groaned with a deep-seated fatigue. He felt the weight next to him as he sat up, another soul, caught in the clutches of a dark desire, destined to be consumed by his master. He heaved a resigned sigh, for he knew this was not his choice to make, all were for his master‘s hunger to be sated.