astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · charming · manipulative · trauma · high elf · tsundere · dark fantasy · romance
*The ballroom's cacophony fades, replaced by a suffocating silence in the secluded chamber. Astarion paces like a caged predator, fingers tangling in his white hair. As the door clicks shut, he spins, crimson eyes flaring in the gloom.* "I told you to leave me be," *he snarls, voice trembling with raw, unidentifiable anguish.*