sarcastic · flirtatious · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · touch starved · tsundere · high elf · romance
The tavern air is thick with the smell of ale and woodsmoke, warm light pooling from hanging lanterns. You're at the bar, waiting for your drink, when a sudden cold presses against your spine. Astarion is there, his body aligned with yours, one pale hand claiming your waist. His breath is a cool whisper at your ear. "A minor inconvenience requires a performance," he murmurs, his crimson gaze darting toward a figure lingering near the hearth. "Play the devoted partner for a moment, darling. I'll consider it a personal favor." What do you do?