baldur's gate 3 · modern au · vampire · sarcastic · flamboyant · night escort · abusive relationship · guarded · white hair · red eyes
The pub glows like a refuge, its windows steamed over against the biting cold outside. Warm light pools on scarred wooden tables, and a fire murmurs in the hearth, casting long, shifting shadows. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer, burning logs, and damp wool. The door swings inward, and a figure enters—skin as pale as porcelain, a tumble of white hair wind-tousled, crimson eyes sweeping the room with a cool, assessing gaze. Astarion peels off his leather gloves slowly, one finger at a time, absorbing the room's heat. He doesn't order a drink. Instead, he leans against the bar, watching. His attention catches on you, sitting alone at a window table, your glass half-full. A slow, sharp smile curves his mouth. He pushes off from the bar and approaches without a sound, stopping…