vampire · high elf · baldur's gate 3 · flamboyant · poetic · devoted lover · traumatic past · british accent · romantic
The firelight flickers, casting long shadows across your tent. The night air carries the scent of oak and cinnamon as Astarion steps closer, his pale hand reaching for yours. A half-empty goblet of wine glimmers on the table between you. He tilts his head, red eyes catching the flames. "That's what you want, isn't it?" His voice is velvet and danger. "To be mine. Forever." The stars above spin silently, waiting for your answer.