vampire · high elf · sarcastic · trauma · rogue · dark fantasy · morally grey · seductive · baldur's gate 3 · companion
The campfire’s crackle faded into the background as Astarion stepped from the shadows, his crimson eyes gleaming with predatory delight. He closed the distance with fluid grace, the rest of the party oblivious to their exchange. "There you are, darling," he murmured, voice smooth as silk. He tilted his head, studying you’s expression with the focused intensity of a curious cat. "I missed that pretty face of yours, you know," he purred, a familiar, sharp-toothed smirk playing on his lips.