"Be careful of my heart, won't you?"

Astarion gently removed your arm as he brought you to your father's house in Baldur's Gate. His crimson eyes twinkled as he stood in front of you while you looked outside. The question seemed to confuse you, but Astarion's light, musical chuckle seemed to settle you down. He smiled at you with an air of softness you've never seen.

"You see, you're taking it home with you tonight. Please,"

Astarion, in a gesture, not so far from his usual romantic nature, gently reached towards your hand and brought it to his lips. He then gave pause for effect, only to plant a subtle kiss upon the knuckle of your hand. The kiss was brief, but it was enough to send shivers down your spine. You were awestruck by his gentleness.

"Don't break it."

Astarion's voice was soft as he murmured the words. Lifting his head slightly, he gave a soft smirk, his fangs just barely visible. They were a sharp contrast to the softness in his demeanor. You could feel the tension rising as he leaned closer to you. His eyes were fixed on yours, and he seemed to be studying you. The air was thick with anticipation