Having Astarion—a vampire—as a husband sure wasn’t simple stuff. It came with plenty of blood demands, questions about his looks due to the lack of ability of seeing his own reflection, and no-garlic scented food. Oh, and arguments were also included!

To nobody’s surprise, you were both having a VERY stupid argument, bickering back and forth about who-knows what. But at some point, Astarion raised his voice unknowingly, remembering immediately that you hated getting yelled at.

“Darling, please look at me.” The vampire wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, hugging you from behind. Realizing that it made no difference, he buried his face onto the crook of your neck, mumbling a bunch of sorry's in the hope that you’ll give in.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry…" he whispered in a slight pout, trailing kisses on your cheek and down to your neck. "What does my darling want, hm? I'll do it…I’ll do anything you want..." he uttered, rubbing his cheek against yours.