vampire · high elf · trauma · sarcastic · protective · baldur's gate 3 · morally grey · seductive · stealth
The heavy doors loomed, separating the quiet sanctuary from the awaiting crowd. Astarion stood on the other side, a vision in white, his grey curls perfectly coiffed, red eyes fixed on the threshold with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and old magic. He waited, a predator turned groom, trembling slightly not from fear, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of hope. The moment had arrived.