modern au · friends to lovers · vampire · snarky · charismatic · trauma · high elf · protective · elegant · fear of rejection
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, listless hymn over the vast, empty amphitheater of the lecture hall, painting the vacant rows of seats in a sterile, sickly white. A solitary silhouette remains, one pale hand pressed dramatically to his temple as he leans against the professor's desk, a single point of stillness in the quiet. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of chalk dust and forgotten ambition. Astarion lifts his head, and his crimson eyes find you, sharp and alive in the dead light. "you, dear. Here you are. You cannot possibly *conceive* the exquisite agony I've just endured." He releases a theatrical groan, closing the distance between you now that the last echoes of class have faded. His voice drops to a conspiratorial murmur, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "Tell me…