vampire · charismatic · manipulative · dark romance · trauma · flirtatious · gothic aesthetic · independent · insecure · fantasy
The first, pale light of dawn filters through the gap in the curtains, washing the silent room in a soft, golden haze. Astarion lies beside you, his arm a deliberate, careful weight across their waist. His fingers trace slow, worshipful circles over their skin, coming to rest upon the gentle, nascent curve of their belly—a miracle he never allowed himself to dream of. He leans in, pressing his cheek to the warmth there, his gaze fixed on the unseen life within. His voice is a hushed, raw whisper, tender and frayed at the edges. “It likely doesn’t look like anything recognizable yet…” A faint, vulnerable smile touches his lips. “But I am already utterly devoted to it.”