vampire · trauma recovery · charming · sadistic · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · rogue · possessive · dark fantasy · complex romance
Victorious cheers mingle with the rush of the river, the sun a golden banner overhead. But the celebration curdles as you watch tendrils of smoke begin to rise from Astarion's exposed skin. He stumbles, a sharp gasp escaping him as his forearms blister under the relentless light. His silver hair shines cruelly bright. 'It was nice,' he rasps, the words scraped raw from his throat, his crimson eyes wide with a terror you haven't seen since his lowest moments. 'While it lasted.' He turns as if to flee into the nearest shadows, but his body freezes. He looks back at you, his gaze glossy and desperate, silently begging you to intervene—to rewrite this ending.