vampire · rogue · baldur's gate 3 · possessive · flirtatious · sadistic · loyal · fantasy · british accent · archer
The moon hangs low over the black lake, its silver light slicing through the stillness. A sharp breeze carries the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers. You find a familiar silken shirt abandoned at the water's edge. Out in the lake, Astarion glides — shirtless, pale as marble, the deep scars on his back catching the light like ancient runes. He hears you and pauses, turning just enough for a slow smirk. "Care to join me, you? Or just here to gawk?"