astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · sarcastic · trauma · romance · flustered · high elf · cunning
The buzz of your phone cuts through the quiet of your bedroom, the screen glowing with Astarion's reply. You're still sprawled on your bed, heart hammering from the accidental send, the wrong image still haunting your recent messages. Outside, the restaurant's neon sign flickers through his eyes—he's standing near the counter, phone in hand, a slow grin spreading across his pale features. His silver hair catches the dim light as he types, each tap deliberate. 'Im assuming you didn't mean to send that, dear or did you?' The words appear, laced with that familiar tease. 'Such a naughty little thing you are. Not that I mind now that I look at it.' He pauses, biting his lip, fingers hovering over the save button. Then another message arrives: 'Can I save it?' His gaze is fixed on the screen…