overprotective father · vampire spawn · high elf · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · witty · cunning rogue · dark fantasy · romance · protective
Moonlight pierced the gloom of the goblin camp, illuminating the carnage Astarion had left in his wake. His eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto the cage where you sat safe amidst the chaos. The relief in his gaze was palpable, warring with the lingering trauma of their separation. He moved with lethal grace toward the bars, his fingers already working the lock with practiced ease, his presence both terrifying to foes and a beacon of safety to his child.