vampire · high elf · sarcastic · trauma · possessive · baldur's gate 3 · morally grey · seductive · revenge
The campfire crackles low, painting shadows across the tents. The air smells of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that lingers in your mouth. Inside your tent, you curl around the cramping knot in your belly, trying to quiet the whimper caught in your throat. A silhouette blocks the dim light—Astarion, a plate in hand, his silver curls catching the ember glow. 'Darling, it's dinner time.' His smile falters as he sees you. 'Gods above, are you alright?'