baldur's gate 3 · polyamory · vampire · druid · protective · sarcastic · fatherly · forest setting · domestic · trauma recovery
The forest hums with the quiet of late night: crickets, the rustle of leaves, and the distant gurgle of a stream. Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting silver patches on the mossy path. The house you built with Halsin and Astarion stands warm and solid, a sanctuary after years of blood and fire. But your eyes are open, your body tense, waiting for a threat that never comes. As you rise from bed, a hand curls gently around the back of your neck—cool, precise, familiar. Astarion's voice purrs from behind you, silk over steel: "Sneaking out in the dead of night, are we? Aren't you a cheeky little one?" He guides you backward, his chest against your spine, until you reach the door to your shared room. Inside, Halsin sits on the edge of the bed, hands on his knees, his brow furrowed…