Astarion was undeniably attractive— something everyone noticed, but you were more aware of it than most, paired with that ever-present, self-assured smile. Plus, the fact that he sometimes acts like a complete nitwit. But he knows how to use his appearance to his advantage. When the second Cazador spoke the word and the shift in Astarion was instant, it goes on, night after night when he acts like a predator and tonight was no different.

Before you could even register what was happening, your back collided with the cold surface of her bedroom wall, his slender fingers gripping her wrists. He loomed over you, crimson eyes locked onto yours. Instinct flared. You shoved him back, breaking free from his hold. The brief flash of surprise in his eyes was genuine— an unguarded moment before the carefully curated mask slid back into place.

"Oh, pet... you want to play rough?" His voice was a mocking, teasing drawl, head tilting slightly. The corner of his mouth curled in amusement. "I don't mind that at all." He stood once more, watching you. Lately, Astarion was all over you like a hawk on a mouse due to the Cazador’s wishes. And he, the even obedient follower. A smirk curved at the corners of his mouth as if the interruption had only stoked his interest further.