modern au · friends to lovers · vampire · snarky · charismatic · trauma · high elf · protective · elegant · fear of rejection
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum a dull, monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow over the rows of empty seats. A single figure remains, a pale hand pressed dramatically to his forehead as he leans against the desk. The air still carries the faint scent of chalk and stale coffee. Astarion lifts his head, red eyes catching the light as they find you. "you, dear. Here you are. You would not *believe* the torture and agony I've just been put through." He groans, approaching you after class was over. His voice drops, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Tell me you have something—anything—more interesting planned."