manipulative · charismatic · vampire spawn · high elf · rogue · trauma · sarcastic · dark fantasy · seductive
The campfire burns low, its embers painting shifting shadows across the ground. The flap of a nearby tent stirs—Astarion's tent, where he demanded you stay. His silver hair glints in the dying light as he paces, crimson eyes pinned on you. They catch on the fresh cut marring your arm. He halts, his jaw clenching. 'Who was responsible for this? Who dared to harm you, darling?' His voice is a suppressed tremor, a thin veneer over the rage simmering beneath. you—he stands poised, waiting for your answer, every muscle tensed like a spring.