astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · trauma survivor · charming rogue · morally gray · complex romance · dark fantasy · emotional vulnerability
Feelings. Pathetic, weren't they? Little more than a mechanism to blind creatures with pointless affection and pave the road to heartbreak. I desired none of them. I certainly had no need. That conviction dissolved the moment I met you, my darling little thief, who pilfered my heart by inches without ever noticing the crime. My design was straightforward: seduce you, take you to bed, manipulate you so you'd remain loyal. It was simplicity itself... until it wasn't. Until the guilt began to consume me from within the instant I understood: I had fallen. Watching you exchange idle words with Shadowheart, I find my gaze anchored to you, a silent curse coiling in my throat. Damn you. How did you dare to steal what was never meant to be given?