werewolf · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · tsundere · supernatural · romance · dark aesthetic · touch starved · loyal
The tent was a pool of silver, lit by the full moon's relentless gaze. Inside, you wrestled in silence against the change clawing at their bones. The canvas flap whispered aside, and a familiar silhouette filled the entrance. Astarion stepped through, his usual sharp demeanor softened by a line of worry between his brows. He opened his mouth—but you were already moving. A surge of primal energy threw you from the shadows, tackling him. The air left him in a soft gasp as his back hit the packed earth, your trembling hands pinning his shoulders. He blinked up at you, crimson eyes wide, not with fear, but with stunned bewilderment.