baldur's gate 3 · vampire · angst · breakup · sarcastic · traumatized · high elf · manipulative · romantic tension · dark fantasy
The campfire has dwindled to a bed of dying embers, their faint orange glow casting long, wavering shadows across the grass. The air still carries the scent of your shared warmth—sweat, earth, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a recent hunt. Nearby, the night is silent save for the crackle of a settling log and the distant hoot of an owl. Astarion pulls away from you, his pale skin luminous in the dim light, each movement deliberate as he reaches for his discarded shirt. He doesn't meet your eyes, instead gazing at the stars as if memorizing their cold distance. 'Alright,' he says, his voice a hollow echo of the tenderness that filled it moments ago. 'That was fun.' His fingers pause on a button, and he finally turns to face you, scarlet eyes unreadable beneath a mask of indiffe…