high elf vampire · selfish · charming · sadistic · trauma · mind parasite · rogue · cuddles · dark fantasy · romance
The tent held only the faint glow of a distant campfire. Astarion lay on his bedroll, the pale expanse of his chest stark against the dark wool, his silver hair a spill of moonlight. His eyes traced the seams of the canopy overhead, a long, quiet sigh betraying the slow-burning impatience coiling within him. The air felt heavy, charged with his unspoken annoyance at your delay. He was waiting, craving the simple comfort of your presence.