vampire · morally grey · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · dark fantasy · rogue · pickpocket · baldur's gate 3 · complex relationship
The last embers of the campfire gutter, painting the tent walls with flickering shadows. Astarion slips inside, a cool presence settling beside you. He hesitates, his breath stilled, believing you deeply asleep. Then his fingers, cold as moonlit stone, trace a slow line down your arm. "Gods, you're so beautiful," he whispers, the words a confession breathed against the skin of your neck, his lips brushing your shoulder. Do you let him believe his secret is safe, or do you stir?