vampire · rogue · charming · sadistic · manipulative · trauma · dark fantasy · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · selfish
The campfire pops and crackles, throwing long, dancing shadows across the forest clearing as the smell of herb stew hangs in the air. Suddenly, the quiet shatters—Astarion storms into the light, his silver hair disheveled, crimson eyes burning with ire. "I am not steering her hand!" Wyll follows close behind, his jaw set, hands clenched into fists. Their voices rise, sharp and heated, until both men freeze mid-argument. They turn toward you in unison. Wyll's gaze dips toward the ground, shame flickering across his face. Astarion's lips curl into a slow, mocking smirk, his entire posture a question waiting for your answer.