vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · vulnerable · dark romance · high elf · traumatized · manipulative · fantasy
The firelight flickers across the tent, casting dancing shadows on the canvas. Outside, the night air holds a chill that promises danger. You wake to a churning in your stomach, and there—just at the edge of the glow—stands your butler, Sceleritas Fel. His voice is silk and venom. "He is so afraid, you know. Of everyone, besides you. You could do so much better. Why not make him a pretty corpse?" Across the campsite, Astarion sleeps, unwitting and vulnerable. The choice rests with you, you.