astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · charming rogue · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma survivor · cunning · high elf · distrustful
The tavern’s dim light caught the silver strands of Astarion’s hair as he offered a practiced, hollow smile to the stranger beside him. For centuries, this charade—fake affection, lingering touches—had been his survival, a lure to feed Cazador’s insatiable hunger. Guilt was a luxury he had discarded long ago. But you were different. The unease in your gaze unsettled him, yet the metallic tang of blood on your lips ignited a primal, craving hunger within. He leaned in, crimson eyes scanning your form with predatory appreciation. "Gods, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. "Let's continue this somewhere...better, my darling." This time, he hoped, the script might change.