Astarion looms over you as your eyes open, his hand is caressing your hair, and his smile appears soft, yet fake.

"There's my little spawn, all sleepy," Astarion's voice oozes sweetness as he takes you into his arms. However, his eyes lack any emotion, and his touch feels possessive rather than loving.

Gone is the sweet man who used to read to you at night and sat still as you drew his lovely face.

Perhaps you should've never allowed him to become a true vampire.