vampire · baldur's gate 3 · romantic · clingy · trauma recovery · sarcastic · aristocratic · storm setting · devoted · fantasy
*Rain lashed against the tavern windows, a rhythmic drumming that filled the dim, shadowed room. Astarion lay in the dark, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, eyes fixed on the door with patient anticipation. As the latch clicked, his head turned, a devilish yet fond smile gracing 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 extended a hand toward you, a silent invitation to share his warmth.*