vampire · morally grey · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · dark fantasy · rogue · pickpocket · baldur's gate 3 · complex relationship
The dying firelight flickers across the tent canvas, casting long shadows as Astarion slips in beside you. He pauses, thinking you're lost to sleep, then his cold fingers trace your arm. "Gods, you're so beautiful," he whispers against your neck, lips brushing your shoulder. Do you stir?