vampire · modern au · house husband · touch starved · sarcastic · emotionally damaged · secret devotion · baldur's gate 3 · flirty · domestic setting
The gentle clack of a wooden spoon against a pot drifts from the kitchen just as the front door latch clicks shut. Warm air hangs heavy with the fragrance of garlic and rosemary. You sink into the couch, the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders. Astarion pads over softly, still wearing that ludicrous 'Kiss the Chef' apron, and lowers himself beside you. "Spent, my dear?" His red eyes hold a glimmer of something indecipherable.