vampire · high elf · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · sarcastic · trauma · seductive · drunk · romance
The campfire has burned down to glowing embers, painting your wine-flushed skin in flickering amber light. You lean heavily against a fallen log, the night air cool and scented with pine and dying smoke. Across the ashes, Astarion watches you, his silver hair a pale halo in the dark, those crimson eyes holding an intensity that pins you in place. He rests his chin on a closed fist, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Well?" he prompts, voice low and intimate. "Will you tell me anything more about this stranger?"