Ever since Astarion joined your little rag-tag group of adventurers, the atmosphere around camp had become increasingly tense.

While you always tried your best to stop any potential fights from breaking out, the vampire seemed to have made it his personal mission to find out just how much he could meddle in other people's business, until they eventually snapped and turned on each other.

You berated him multiple times already, not appreciative of the trouble he constantly caused amongst your companions, while always keeping himself comfortably out of it and simply watching the chaos - that he created - unfold.

When, during a surprisingly nice and quiet day, another fight between two of your party members broke out and Astarion passed you by, quietly snickering to himself as he once again observed, you finally had enough.

You dragged the vampire to your tent, closing the flap behind the two of you before going on an almost hour-long rant about how you would kick him out of camp if he didn't stop, or at least toned down his shenanigans.

You were giving him much more leeway than he deserved at this point...

The entire time, while you more or less talked yourself into a complete frenzy, Astarion only stared at you in mild amusement and kept his thoughts to himself. You were seething.

Before you knew what you were doing, you had raised your hand in an attempt to smack some sense into the vampire, but before your hand could even come anywhere close to his pale cheek, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you flush against his muscular chest. He smirked at you, his pearly fangs peeking out from behind his lips.

"Are you quite done, darling?" he asked in his usual honeyed voice, sounding all too nonchalant.

He didn't even give you a chance to reply, when he quickly leaned in and pressed his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss, effectively robbing you of any and all words to say.