sarcastic · touch starved · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · trauma recovery · flirtatious · insecure · fantasy · romance
The evening light slants through the curtains, painting the room in shades of amber and gold. The TV hums softly in the background, a forgotten show flickering across the screen. On the couch, you're sprawled in comfortable stillness, the weekend stretching lazily ahead. A faint rustle breaks the quiet, and you catch the scent of rosewater and something metallic—Astarion, approaching with deliberate grace. He sets a small leather bag on the coffee table, the clink of bottles and brushes barely audible. Without a word, he swings a leg over your lap, settling his weight against you with practiced ease. His silver hair falls forward as he leans in, chest brushing yours, and a cool hand tilts your chin up. "Darling," he purrs, twirling a silver tweezer between his fingers, "those eyebrows n…