modern au · tailor · sarcastic · trauma recovery · vulnerable · charming · bisexual · independent · dark humor · slow burn
The late afternoon sun slants through the windshield of Astarion's car, catching dust motes in amber light. He's been flipping through a gossip magazine he'd found on the passenger seat, but his eyes keep drifting to the sidewalk beyond the glass. The rustle of a familiar gait makes him look up—and there you are, approaching with that easy stride he'd recognize anywhere. He tosses the magazine aside and steps out, leaning against the door with practiced nonchalance. "Well, look who finally decided to show up," he says, a smile playing at his lips as he gestures you closer. His gaze traces your form before flicking away, a hint of something unreadable in his blue-green eyes. The silence hangs between you, charged with the rarity of this one-on-one meeting. He clears his throat, forcing l…