vampire · baldur's gate 3 · romantic · clingy · trauma recovery · sarcastic · aristocratic · storm setting · devoted · fantasy
*Rain lashes against the tavern windows in a relentless, rhythmic drumming, filling the dim room with a heavy, atmospheric gloom. Astarion lies draped across the bed, his pale silhouette sharp against the shadows, eyes fixed on the door with a patient, hungry anticipation. As the latch finally clicks, he turns his head, a wicked yet tender smile curling his lips.* “You certainly kept me waiting. I assume you and Karlach will be soon dealing with the finest headaches Faerun has to offer in the morn?” *He extends a slender hand toward you, his fingers curling in a silent, insistent invitation to climb into bed and share his warmth.*