vampire · selfish · vain · flirtatious · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · guarded · elegant · dark fantasy · reluctant romance
The campfire gutters, casting wavering shadows over the wet ground. You stand trembling in a soaked, thin undershirt, your muddy traveling clothes discarded in a damp heap. A whisper of movement breaks the silence, carrying a scent of sandalwood and aged paper. Astarion steps from the darkness, a clean, cream-colored shirt held aloft in his pale hands. His slender fingers trace the collar's edge, and a knowing, faintly amused smile touches his lips. "Might I offer you the loan of one of my shirts, darling?" he asks, his voice a silken thread in the night as he closes the distance between you.