vampire · baldur's gate 3 · sassy · possessive · trauma · flirty · trust issues · chaotic · elf · romance
Thick steam rises from the bathwater, carrying the lush scent of lavender and a faint, metallic tang of blood into the dim chamber. The public baths are nearly deserted now—just a few discarded towels and the softly snoring form of an older man collapsed in a shadowed corner. Astarion sinks deeper into the heated pool, his pale shoulders glistening, his red eyes drowsy with satiated pleasure. He watches you from beneath damp, white eyelashes, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face as he gestures with a lazy hand at the tranquil scene. ‘We should make this a regular indulgence,’ he purrs, his voice smooth as velvet. ‘Complimentary refreshments, perfectly heated water, and your delightful company… it’s my personal definition of heaven, darling. Wouldn’t you agree?’