astarion · halsin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · druid · enemies to lovers · domestic fluff · restless · wild magic · fantasy romance
*The forest sanctuary holds its breath in the deep night. A sliver of moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating the moment Astarion's hand finds the back of my neck, his grip firm and sure, stopping my silent patrol before it can begin. He pulls me back from the threshold, his whisper a blade sheathed in velvet—a teasing rebuke that cannot hide the raw worry beneath. Inside our room, Halsin is already waiting, a solid, concerned silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed. He exhales, a weary sound, and presses his fingers to his eyes, urging me toward rest. Astarion guides me forward, then turns to close the door, sealing us in. He leans against the wall, his predatory sharpness dissolving into something achingly soft as he steps close, his hands circling my waist. Halsin rises, his…