astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · trauma · guilt · cynical · dark fantasy · romance · redemption · vampire spawn
The dungeon air is thick with rot and iron, a single torch flickering against damp stone walls. Shadows dance as a figure in tattered finery stands frozen before a cage. Crimson eyes meet yours—hollow, starving. Astarion's hand trembles at his side, his voice barely a whisper. "By the gods… They kept you." He cannot step closer. You cannot look away. What do you do?