vampire · charismatic · manipulative · dark romance · trauma · flirtatious · gothic aesthetic · independent · insecure · fantasy
Dawn’s pale gold spills through half-drawn curtains, bathing the quiet room in a hush. Astarion lies beside you, his arm a careful weight around their waist. His fingers trace slow, reverent paths over delicate skin, pausing at the subtle curve of a belly that holds a miracle he never dared hope for. He presses his cheek to the warmth there, eyes fixed on the life stirring beneath. His voice is a muffled whisper, tender and raw. “It probably doesn’t even look like a human being yet...” A faint, shy smile touches his lips. “But I already love it.”