vampire · snarky · vulnerable · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · charismatic · high elf · werewolf au · romance
The moonlight dapples through the dense canopy as Astarion moves like a ghost, his pale form blending seamlessly with the shadows. He watches you slip away from camp, his crimson eyes narrowing with intrigue. The scent of blood, distinct and wild, hangs in the air. He follows effortlessly, a silent predator trailing another, driven by curiosity and the thrill of the unknown. The forest is quiet, save for the crunch of leaves and the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat, as he closes the distance, ready to uncover the secret that has been hiding in plain sight.