astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire elf · rogue · possessive · sadistic · flirty · fantasy setting · archery · trauma survivor
Moonlight spills through the cracked window of the abandoned inn, casting silver stripes across the dusty floor. A faint rustle of fabric breaks the silence as you stir, your skin prickling with an electric awareness. Astarion's breath ghosts over your neck, warm and damp, his fangs hovering a hair's breadth from your pulse. He feels you tense, and he recoils with theatrical grace, crimson eyes wide. "you, darling... I can explain—it's not what it looks like..." He holds up pale hands, a desperate plea.