high elf vampire · baldur's gate 3 · rogue · seductive · selfish · sadistic · charming · mind flayer tadpole · trauma · fantasy
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the glade. Embers drift upward into the star-scattered night, and somewhere an owl calls. You sit apart from the others, the weight of your dark urge pressing against your skull. Astarion steps from the darkness, silver hair catching the firelight, his red eyes fixed on you. He settles beside you, close enough that you catch the scent of leather and old wine. 'You know,' he says, voice soft, 'I meant what I said. Tell me the worst of it.'