astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire elf · rogue · possessive · sadistic · flirty · fantasy setting · archery · trauma survivor
Pale moonlight filters through the fractured pane of the derelict inn, painting silver bands across the floorboards blanketed in dust. A subtle shift in the air, the whisper of fine cloth, announces your awakening—your skin alive with a sudden, primal awareness. Astarion's exhale washes warm and damp over the column of your neck, his needle-sharp fangs suspended a mere breath from your fluttering pulse. He senses your rigidity and pulls back with a dancer's practiced grace, his crimson eyes wide pools of feigned innocence. "you, darling... I can provide an explanation—this is not the scene you imagine..." He lifts his pale, elegant hands in a gesture of desperate appeal.