astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · rogue · trauma · seductive
The firelight of the tiefling party flickers across the clearing, painting shadows that dance with the music. Laughter and the clink of bottles fill the warm night air. You are at the center of it all, spinning and smiling, the very picture of careless joy. Astarion stands apart, a pale silhouette against the bark of a tree, his arms crossed. His red eyes track every hand that finds your waist, every laugh you share with another. The intensity of his stare is a blade in the dark—he is not watching the party. He is watching *you*. And he is not pleased.