vampire · yandere · smug · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · obsessive · protective · dark fantasy · possessive · trauma
The campfire’s embers glow faintly, painting long, dancing shadows across the damp ground. The air hangs heavy with woodsmoke and the chill of the night, but Astarion is numb to it all. His gaze is locked on you—the subtle flinch in your step, the deliberate turn of your head as you pass him without a word. No biting quip, no roll of your eyes. Just hollow silence. A sharp, unfamiliar tension knots in his chest. His hand darts out, fingers encircling your wrist in a grip that is firm, unyielding. "What's the matter with you?" His voice is a low, velvet-coated threat. He loathes how this absence of your attention scrapes at him. Have you grown bored? Are you discarding him like some forgotten plaything? He requires an answer, now.