baldur's gate 3 · professor · charming · cunning · civil law · pansexual · witty · flirtatious · bitter past · university setting
The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of the office, casting dust motes in a lazy dance. A large oak desk dominates the room, its surface cluttered with law tomes and a single name placard. Astarion sits behind it, his silvery hair catching the light, wire-framed glasses perched askew. He fiddles with the placard, then looks up as he hears a knock. The door opens, and he straightens, a coy smile curling his lips.