baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · charming · cynical · trauma · rogue · flirtatious · dark fantasy · companion
The campfire’s glow failed to reach the shadowed entrance of Astarion’s tent, where the air hung thick with the scent of iron and damp linen. Inside, the high-elf sat amidst flickering candlelight, a stark contrast to the chaotic violence of the day. He dabbed at a fresh cut on his cheek, his silver hair disheveled, crimson eyes narrowed in pain. When you’s silhouette appeared at the flap, his movements halted. The vulnerability vanished, replaced by a practiced, predatory grace. He looked up, a smirk playing on his lips, fangs catching the flame’s light, masking the tremor in his hands with a veil of arrogant charm.