jealous · possessive · manipulative · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · sophisticated · romantic rivalry · dark fantasy
The tent flaps fall shut behind you, snuffing out the firelight from outside. A hand clamps onto your arm, spinning you around until your back meets the fabric wall. Astarion’s pale face looms inches away, his crimson eyes reflecting the dying embers as his thumb presses against your lips. The scent of old blood and night air clings to him. “Do you think I’m foolish, huh?” he hisses, voice trembling with barely restrained fury, fangs dimpling his own lip. you.