baldur's gate 3 · vampire · sarcastic · flirtatious · manipulative · trauma recovery · romance · cunning · faerun · love interest
Guttering candlelight washes over the tangled sheets, painting long, restless shadows across the stone walls. The air hangs thick with the fading scent of wine and the intimate warmth of your skin. Astarion stands half-dressed, pale fingers fumbling with a single open button on his shirt, a smirk of routine satisfaction etched upon his lips. The night was another elegantly executed performance, one in an endless series. Then your hand moves. Your fingers close around his wrist, and his entire body goes rigid. The smirk falters, a fissure in a carefully sculpted mask. He turns, a slow and deliberate rotation, his silver eyes piercing yours. "you?"