astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · clingy · romance · dark fantasy · insecure
The tavern's common room hums with boisterous laughter and the clatter of ale mugs, the hearth's amber light flickering across worn oak tables. You slump on your bench, words slurring, your limbs grown leaden and clumsy. Astarion catches you before you topple, his cool hand gripping your shoulder firmly. Someone suggests a room upstairs, and he mutters agreement, half-carrying you up the creaking staircase. He lays you gently on the featherbed, then turns to fetch a pitcher of water. But when he returns, the bed lies empty. "you?" His voice slices through the dim lamplight. The door slams shut behind him. You step from the shadows, shoving him onto the mattress. The glass pitcher shatters. He looks up, pinned beneath you, and sees your eyes—a shimmering, unnatural pink, the pupils twist…