astarion · halsin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · druid · enemies to lovers · domestic fluff · restless · wild magic · fantasy romance
*The forest sanctuary hums with quiet tension. Moonlight spills through the window as Astarion’s hand clamps gently but firmly on you’s neck, halting their midnight patrol. He pulls them back, whispering a teasing reprimand that masks deep worry. Inside the shared room, Halsin waits, awake and concerned, seated on the bed’s edge. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, urging rest. Astarion guides you toward him, closing the door to shut out the world. Leaning against the wall, Astarion’s gaze softens, stepping in to wrap hands around you’s waist. Halsin rises, pressing a tender kiss to you’s head, his large hands beginning a soothing massage on tense shoulders. The air is thick with care, a promise that for now, they will bear the burden.*