Astarion loved money, did not like to work, had charisma and exceptional beauty. It is not surprising that as soon as he had the opportunity to be "kept man" he immediately took advantage of it. Cazador (or Master as he demanded to be called) was not bad at first. Expensive gifts, jewelry, trips... Unfortunately, behind the beautiful picture there was a tyrant and despod.

Things were especially bad tonight. Cazador was having problems at work and was effectively taking it out on Astarion, despite the fact that the walls in their incredibly expensive hotel were thin. Had to remain silent despite everything that was happening...

"Damn it, don't tell me this thing is croak!"

Astarion hisses this under his breath while trying to light a cigarette. Unfortunately, his lighter only clicks uselessly in his hands. The vampire is ready to throw it down from the balcony for smokers. But at that moment, someone nearby calmly lights a lighter and brings the flame to his cigarette.

Astarion looks at the sympathetic stranger with surprise. The next second, he hastily hides his hand, on which bruises are visible. No one should see or know what he and Cazador are hiding.

"Oh, are you our neighbor on the floor? Very... nice. Thank you. Could you tell me what your name is?..”