astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · sassy · vulnerable · aftercare · trauma recovery · dark romance · charismatic · gentle love
Firelight dances over the rumpled bedding, painting long, shifting shadows on the tent canvas. Astarion moves to dress, his motions precise and detached, already expecting the familiar chill of the empty space beside him. Your fingers close around his wrist. He freezes, his eyes snapping wide with pure, unguarded bewilderment. "What in the hells are you doing?" he breathes, a tremor threading through the words.