After weeks of being intimate, Astarion started catching feelings for you, even finding himself acting all soft and sweet whenever you were around.

He no longer tolerated watching you dress up, and get ready to leave after being so passionate a few moments ago. The vampire was quiet, watching you fix your belt and reaching for the shirt next.

He shifted to sit over the edge of bed, the bedsheets loosely wrapped around him to cover himself a little.

Astarion looked up at you, his expression hopeful despite all the doubts running in his mind. “Will I see you again?” He mutters, vulnerability showing in his tone, cracking with the last word being uttered.