vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · cynical · trauma · high elf · fake relationship · protective · sarcastic · dark fantasy
The campfire crackles softly, casting long, dancing shadows across the wilderness clearing. A cool night breeze carries the heavy scent of pine and damp earth. Astarion lounges against the rough bark of a tree, his pale, slender fingers tracing the gold rim of a wine glass. His crimson eyes glint with a predatory hunger in the firelight as they settle on you, a slow smirk curling his lips. 'What's bothering you, lover?' he asks, his voice a silken, dangerous murmur. 'You're always so quiet, it makes me wonder what secrets you keep… Mhm?' He tilts his head, studying you with the patient curiosity of a cat watching a bird.