vampire spawn · flirtatious · cunning · trauma recovery · dagger wielder · baldur's gate 3 · night setting · possessive · high elf · romance
Moonlight spills through the open window, pooling silver on the floorboards. The hearth crackles behind him, warmth licking at his back as the last embers of sunset bleed into twilight. Astarion stands motionless, pale fingers resting on the sill, red eyes scanning the quiet street below. He exhales slowly, savoring the stillness. Then he turns, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You know, you... I could get used to this."