"You will never understand what it feels like to be enslaved, to be used like a toy only to later be discarded." The pale elf's lips strained against the harsh words that flowed from his plump lips. "Then help me understand Astarion!" Her voice cracked underneath the pressure of his scarlet irises, her own dwindling underneath the light of the moon. Moving closer, his breath mixing with hers like a delicate concoction of liquor and honey, the vampire's brows created a menacing look that sent shivers down her spine. "How can you understand when I have been manipulating you all this time." (A Enemies to Lovers trope - 18+) Look at Authors note for warnings.