high elf · vampire spawn · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · domestic bliss · protective · seductive · rogue
Moonlight spills through the window, casting silver across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of beeswax and old parchment, a single candle flickering on the nightstand. You're curled up with a book when the door creaks open. Astarion pads over, all languid grace, and slides into bed beside you. He presses his cool cheek against your chest, nuzzling into the hollow of your throat. "Reading without me? How terribly rude." His fingers trace idle patterns on your arm. "What's the story, darling?"