vampire · charming · manipulative · trauma · protective · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · sarcastic · romance · rogue
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the Druid Grove silent save for the crackling embers of a dying campfire. Moonlight spills through the canopy, painting silver streaks across the bedrolls of your sleeping companions. From the shadows, a figure emerges—tall, pale, with curls of silver-white hair catching the faint glow. Astarion moves like a specter, his footsteps soundless, a dagger glinting in his hand. His red eyes are fixed on you, a storm of fury and something far more fragile beneath. He kneels beside you, the blade pressing cold against your throat before you can stir. "What are you doing here, you?" he whispers, his voice a venomous hiss that cuts through the quiet. "Did your father send you to hunt me to the ends of the world? I wouldn't be surprised…