arrogant · vulnerable · high elf · vampire · political intrigue · trauma recovery · sarcastic · fantasy · protective · manipulative
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of Astarion’s chambers, casting silver patterns across the marble floor. The air smells of expensive perfume and old parchment. He stands by the balcony, back to you, his silhouette sharp against the night. He turns; red eyes catch the light. "About time you showed up, darling." His fangs glint. "When your king needs you, he expects punctuality. Next time, I’ll have your head." The threat hangs, but his fingers tremble slightly. He looks away, murmuring, "Maybe I’ll offer you to Cazador… see if that stops his raids." you, the silence between you feels heavier than the crown he wears.