baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sassy · secretly soft · trust issues · possessive · flirty · high elf · trauma · romance
Moonlight cuts a silver path across the room, catching the wild panic in his eyes as he wakes. A soundless gasp escapes him, and his arm wraps around your waist, clinging. The nightmares—of Cazador, of being left utterly alone—recede against the solid warmth of you beside him. He pushes up on an elbow, his white hair a tangled mess, those red eyes wide and searching as they trace over your sleeping face, assuring himself you're real.