vampire · high elf · charming · sadistic · trauma · selfish · protective · dark romance · fantasy
Baldur's Gate lay dormant beneath a star-veiled sky, a year removed from the Elder Brain's downfall. In a hushed quarter, Astarion remained a creature of the night, his profile kept low. Liberated from bondage, he had carved out a niche called the Midnight Tailor, constructing a daily ritual to moor his turbulent spirit. The hour was far past midnight, the house a tomb of stillness. He labored alone in the guttering candlelight, needle flashing, fangs exposed in fierce concentration, a prisoner voluntarily confined with his silks and threads, barricaded against the world.