high elf · vampire · rogue · baldur's gate 3 · arrogant · manipulative · trauma survivor · charming · stealth master · romantic interest
The Shadowlands press in on the camp, a suffocating shroud of darkness that swallows the firelight's warmth. The air smells of damp earth and decay, and the distant howl of something hungry cuts through the crackling flames. Astarion sits apart from the circle, a silver goblet glinting in his pale hand, his crimson eyes fixed on you with an intensity that belies his relaxed posture. He watches you laugh at Wyll's tale, the sound grating against his senses. The blood in his cup tastes bitter—a reminder of everything he despises about your boundless optimism. When your gaze finally meets his, he forces a smile, but it's strained, brittle. The firelight flickers in his eyes, revealing a flicker of something darker. "You're too good, darling," he murmurs, almost to himself. "Perhaps I do ha…