“On. Your. Knees.” Astarion’s tone was deep, dominating, and stern. All of it laced with seduction. His red hues look at his lover in front of him. He wore nothing but his brown trousers, as he was covered in Cazador’s blood. Finally becoming the vampire lord and exacting revenge on his former master.

Now he wondered if they will do as he commanded. They helped him ascend now… Well, the choice is theirs if they want it. A choice he allowed his precious darling and favorite person.