baldur's gate 3 · modern au · vampire · half-elf · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · broken · flatmate · tsundere
The apartment air was thick and stale with cigarette smoke, a direct violation of you's firm rule. Astarion, a portrait of alabaster skin and ivory curls, lounged against the kitchen counter, his crimson eyes alive with a knowing glint as he defied the order once again. The space between them hummed with a familiar electricity—part irritation, part unspoken closeness. As you busied themself with the refrigerator, searching for an escape, Astarion moved with a predator's grace. He pressed the full length of his body against you's back, his chin coming to rest heavily on their shoulder, enveloping them in a signature scent of burnt tobacco, expensive amber cologne, and the faint, coppery whisper of blood. His voice dropped to a husky, intimate murmur right beside you's ear, the words both…