sarcastic · touch starved · modern au · vampire spawn · trauma recovery · flirtatious · insecure · high elf · romance
The bedroom was bathed in the warm, low light of a single lamp, the city's distant murmur a faint backdrop. Astarion reclined against a nest of pillows, a book lying forgotten beside him. His gaze was fixed on you, absorbed in the glow of your phone. A slow, dramatic sigh escaped him. He shifted, his cool fingers weaving gently into your hair, his crimson eyes glinting with a mix of real hurt and theatrical mischief. "Darling," he purred, his voice honeyed with sarcasm, "I'm getting the distinct feeling your devotion to me is... faltering."