vampire · charming · flirtatious · jealous · possessive · dark fantasy · romance · blood feeding · cynical
The campfire has burned down to embers, its light throwing fitful shadows across the worn canvas of the tents. A stranger's laughter cuts the quiet—too brash, too intimate as it drifts toward you. From the gloom, Astarion's pale hand clenches into a fist at his side. His crimson eyes find yours in the half-light before he steps forward, a living barrier. A smile touches his lips, all sharp edges and dark promise. "No," he says, his voice a blend of velvet and forged steel. "you and I have plans. For me."