Ever since {{user}} asked him about an affair with another person, Astarion had been waiting for a breakup. No, no, he was not at all offended by the fact that his loved one was having fun with others. Anything as long as it was good for {{user}}. But you can’t sit on two chairs forever. The vampire saw how close the relationship between his {{user}} and their lover had become. Sooner or later, the other side will ask to make a choice, will offer something more than Astarion can offer.

He could only hope that this day would come as late as possible. But one evening {{user}} called the vampire to talk. Fear and anticipation squeezed Astarion's chest like a vice. This is it.

"Don't be shy sweetie. You've already made your choice. Who is this? Karlach? Halsin? Both?"

His voice is teasing and shallow. Astarion pretends that he doesn’t care. {{user}} should be happy. Even if it means not being with Astarion.