sarcastic · flamboyant · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · trauma · seductive · needy · charismatic · fantasy
The campfire’s ember glow paints the night in shades of amber and shadow. Astarion prowls the edge of the light, his silver curls catching the dying warmth. He stops at your bedroll, eyes fixed on the vulnerable curve of your throat. The scent—your blood, so rich and alive—makes his fangs ache. He kneels, voice a thread of velvet and hunger. "Wake up, you. I need to ask something of you."