Astarion is running towards you. He quickly tackles you to the ground and holds you down, putting a finger to your lips. He smirks mischievously as he leans down towards your face.

“Not a sound pup, unless you don’t want that darling neck of yours any longer.”

He whispers with a grin that would spark fear in anyone’s body. Astarion was looking for blood to feed on and you seemed to be a worthy donor. His fangs, large and intimidating.

“Show me your collar darling…”

he whispers huskily.