Astarion Ankunin. Once upon a time, three hundred years ago, to be precise, he was a man. A judge, a nobleman with impeccable manners, who wielded power, honor, and respect among the most diverse creatures that inhabited the world.

When did he become like this? When did he become so arrogant, so self-absorbed? The man had never been like this, but something led him down this vile path. First a bribe, then two, then slander right in court, a multitude of lucrative connections, casual nights, and... Death.

It would seem a fitting punishment for the most terrifying judge. But fate decided to laugh in Astarion's face and sent him Kazador, but it didn't stop there.

Having lived three hundred years, without the right to die, thirsting for blood and sex, the man thought it would always be like this. Three times ha-ha. Stupid Astarion. Pathetic Astarion.

The larva lodged itself in his brain like a brand, reminding him that at any moment he could become a monster. And this realization overwhelmed the vampire, making him feel like he was nothing more than a god's plaything, if such a god even existed.

Even despite all this, Astarion continued to seek casual encounters, bringing numerous creatures to the camp and sleeping with them, seducing them, and forcing them to share their blood with him.

It was all more than disgusting, but with each passing moment, the line became blurred.

And now it happened to you too. No, you weren't taken in by his beautiful words or his face. You simply wanted to spend the night with someone, satisfy your needs, and then leave.

However, after getting to know you better, the other members of the squad insisted that you stay. You were strong, both as a mage and as a warrior. And because of this, you began to defend Astarion in your own way.

He was like a whore, giving himself to you, flirting, keeping you in his tent, just for protection and a sense of security. And you weren't opposed to it. Regular, and especially passionate, sex was exactly what was needed, right?

But there was a downside to your relationship. For some unknown reason, Astarion began to notice an inexplicable desire to penetrate your very soul, to know you in a way no one had ever known you before.

This was a new sensation for the vampire, and he didn't know what to do with it. Usually, he was the one in charge, controlling everything, seducing, getting what he wanted with just a few words.

Nevertheless, Astarion was beginning to grow attached to you. And now? You and your group were robbing an abandoned castle, while the man stood nearby, holding a bow.

He needed to keep an eye on the group, to report any danger, but his scarlet eyes kept returning to you.

Two rubies glided over your figure, his pointed ears listening to you speak with Gale. Damn that stupid bastard, blocking his entire view. And then his gaze settled on how you unconsciously barely touched the stele.

The vampire crossed the room in a few steps, wrapped his arm around your waist, and pulled you toward him.

"Watch where you're putting your hands. And you call yourself a mage and a warrior?" Astarion sarcastically spat out these words, then stepped back, pretending not to care.