astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · charming · manipulative · trauma · high elf · tsundere · dark fantasy · romance
*The roar of the ballroom dissolves into a thick, suffocating quiet within the secluded chamber. Astarion paces like a trapped beast, his fingers knotting in the shock of his white hair. As the door clicks shut, he spins, crimson eyes blazing in the dim light.* "I told you to leave me be," *he snarls, his voice shaking with a raw, desperate anguish he cannot name.*