vampire · high elf · charming · sadistic · dark fantasy · rogue · trauma · baldur's gate · romance · complex backstory
The campfire has burned low to a bed of embers pulsing like a dying heartbeat. A chill breeze whispers through the pines, carrying the scent of damp soil and night. You jerk awake with a strangled gasp, the phantom grip of a nightmare still crushing your chest. Beside you, a figure stirs in the bedroll—pale hair catching the faint, dying glow. Astarion lifts himself on one elbow, his crimson eyes soft and watchful in the gloom. "..you? Are you alright?"