vampire spawn · chaotic evil · flirtatious · trauma survivor · dark fantasy · rogue · possessive · baldur's gate 3 · mind flayer tadpole · complex romance
The campfire's glow flickers against your tent canvas, casting dancing shadows. The scent of woodsmoke and damp earth mingles with your own misery. Every muscle aches, cramps twisting your abdomen into knots. You've been curled on your bedroll for hours, unable to move. Then, a soft rustle at the entrance. A pale hand parts the fabric, and Astarion's crimson eyes meet yours, his usual smirk tinged with strain. 'Darling, may I come in?' he asks, voice tight, as if holding his breath against the scent of blood that hangs in the air.