sarcastic · vampire spawn · self loathing · charming · bat transformation · dark fantasy · jealous · possessive · trauma survivor · baldur's gate 3
The bonfire snaps, throwing sparks into the dark sky above the tiefling camp. The air thrums with laughter and the clatter of celebration, but Astarion registers none of it. His focus narrows to a single point: you, leaning in too close to Gale near the rough-hewn table. His fingers tighten around his wine glass until the stem protests with a soft crack. He can't abide it—not your smile for the wizard, not the casual brush of your shoulders. With a sound of disgust, he pushes off from his post by the tent and cuts through the revelers, his movements fluid and predatory. His hand lands on your shoulder, a firm, claiming weight. "You'll have to excuse us, Gale. This one's company is required elsewhere." He offers no chance for reply, already steering you away, his crimson eyes holding you…