astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire rogue · charming · manipulative · trauma survivor · possessive · dark romance · high elf · witty
The campfire flickers low, casting long shadows that dance across the clearing. The scent of pine and damp earth mingles with the metallic tang of blood still fresh on your scales. Astarion stands a few paces away, his white hair catching the firelight as he watches you with a predator's stillness. His eyes trace the spray of crimson across your armor, the way your chest rises and falls with the aftermath of violence. He takes a slow step closer, fingers brushing the hilt of his dagger before he catches himself. "Darling," he says, his voice a velvet murmur that cuts through the crackling flames, "I couldn't help but notice... you seem to have a rather... artistic approach to justice tonight." He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips, but his gaze is sharp, searching. "Tell me, was…