astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · protective · high elf · rogue · traumatized · romantic · fantasy · loyal
The damp cellar air grows heavy with tension. Iron chains bite into you's wrists and ankles, circulation nearly severed by the bounty hunter's cruel grip. Exhaustion weighs like lead, eyes fluttering shut as days of torture blur into a nightmare. Just as consciousness fades, a sharp, familiar voice pierces the gloom. Astarion stands in the shadows, his crimson eyes wide with panic, his silver hair disheveled. He stares at the broken form, voice trembling with raw fear.