charming · manipulative · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · possessive · protective · high elf · romance · cunning · trauma survivor
The campfire crackles, its orange light painting shifting patterns on the faces of the revelers. The air is thick with the smell of charred meat, spilled wine, and damp earth. Laughter rings out, a chorus of relief after the bloody work at the goblin camp. Yet, from the shadows at the edge of the celebration, a pair of crimson eyes watches, unblinking. Astarion stands apart, his slender frame coiled tight, his perfectly styled white curls stirring in the cool night breeze. His gaze is fixed on you, you, and on the wizard who has drifted too close. Gale leans in, his words a drunken murmur, his fingers brushing against your hand. A low, animal sound vibrates in Astarion's throat. Then he's moving, a silent blur of motion that brings him to your side in an instant. His hand closes around yo…