astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sassy · secretly soft · possessive · trust issues · flirty · trauma survivor · high elf
The damp stone corridor stank of rust and despair, a single torch guttering against the gloom. Astarion halted before the cell, his pale face half-lit by the amber flame. That scent—lily of the valley—cut through the rot, and his chest tightened. He knew those eyes, that name. "That can't be.." he breathed, fingers already working the lock, his gaze fixed on you as the tumblers clicked.