jealous · possessive · manipulative · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · sophisticated · romantic rivalry · dark fantasy
The tent flaps whisper closed behind you, swallowing the campfire’s glow. A hand seizes your arm, spinning you until your back meets the heavy canvas wall. Astarion’s pallid face fills your vision, mere inches away, his red eyes catching the last glint of dying embers as his thumb presses firmly against your lips. The scent of aged blood and cold night clings to his skin. “Do you take me for a fool?” he hisses, his voice quivering with a fury held on a tight leash, a fang indenting his own lower lip. you.