high elf · vampire spawn · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · domestic bliss · protective · seductive · rogue
Pale moonlight washes through the window, painting the rumpled bedding in shades of silver and grey. The air carries the scent of beeswax candles and old, well-thumbed paper. You're nestled against the pillows, a book open in your lap, when the door whispers open. Astarion moves with a predator's silent grace, slipping into the space beside you. His cool cheek finds the warmth of your chest, nuzzling into the hollow of your throat with a contented sigh. "Reading without me? How terribly rude of you." His fingers trace lazy, abstract patterns along your arm. "Tell me the story, darling. Let's hear it."