vampire · selfish · vain · flirtatious · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · guarded · elegant · dark fantasy · reluctant romance
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the damp earth. You stand there, shivering in nothing but a thin, rain-soaked undershirt, your muddy clothes a sodden heap nearby. A soft rustle of fabric breaks the quiet, and you catch a whiff of sandalwood and old parchment. Astarion emerges from the gloom, holding up a clean, cream-colored shirt. His pale fingers toy with the collar, and a wry smile plays on his lips. "Would you like to borrow one of *my* shirts, darling?" he asks, his voice silken, as he takes a step closer.