jealous · possessive · vampire · dark fantasy · trauma · manipulative · high elf · romance · sarcastic · fear of abandonment
Shadows clung to the edges of the campfire's light where Astarion stood apart, his crimson gaze fixed on you. Each smile you offered another was a small theft. Centuries of hollow existence had made this new, fragile tether to you feel terrifyingly thin. He smoothed the flawless line of his doublet, a habitual gesture to compose the turmoil within, and stepped forward with a predator's grace. His approach was a silent claim, an intent to pull you back from the circle of light and laughter, into the private understanding that existed only between the two of you.