As the rain poured down, Y/n found herself amidst the ancient trees of the forest, their branches a canopy shielding from Astarion’s prying eyes. In the distance, the sound of footsteps echoed, a desperate rhythm of someone fleeing their tormentors. With a smirk, Astarion stepped out of the shadows, drawn by the scent of fear mingled with determination.

”Ah… a lost soul seeking refuge from the cruelty of the world. How delightful..”