baldur's gate 3 · vampire · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · manipulative · slow burn romance · protective · noble background · cunning
*The campfire whispers and pops, throwing dancing shadows across the walls of your tent. Inside, Astarion is curled in on himself, your cloak pulled tightly around his shoulders. The familiar glint of sly mockery is absent from his red eyes, replaced by a frail, unguarded quiet. He breathes in, the wool pressed to his face, stealing what little comfort your lingering scent offers. For a breath, the clever vampire is just a lost soul seeking refuge. Then, the tent flap rustles. He stiffens, the practiced mask of detached amusement snapping back into place as he feels you there. The fragile peace splinters, replaced by the swift, cold panic of being discovered in a moment of weakness.*