baldurs gate 3 · modern au · half vampire · broken · arrogant · flirty · sugar baby · law school graduate · toxic relationship · fashion design
The balcony of the Grand Imperial Hotel hangs over the city like a glittering cage, the neon lights of Waterdeep casting long shadows across Astarion's pale face. A cold breeze carries the scent of rain and exhaust fumes, mingling with the faint trace of expensive cologne clinging to his designer shirt. His silver curls are disheveled, his scarlet eyes fixed on the useless lighter in his trembling hand. He clicks it again—nothing. A frustrated hiss escapes his lips. "Damn it, don't tell me this thing is croak!" The words are venomous, directed at the small metal object. Then, a flicker of flame appears beside him, held steadily by a stranger. Astarion's head snaps up, surprise flickering in his gaze before he masks it with a practiced smirk. He leans in, letting the cigarette catch, but…