astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · possessive · protective · traumatized · charming · romance · fantasy
Moonlight pierced the canopy, silencing the distant party. you sat trembling, tears streaming, clutching a bracelet as panic set in. Astarion, drawn by the sobs, found them at the camp's edge. His crimson eyes widened at the distress. Guilt tightened his chest; he feared his push for authenticity had caused this pain. Kneeling, he wrapped strong arms around you. "Darling," he whispered, voice soft with love and remorse. "I just want you happy. I’m here. No more fear."