Your own self preservation drags you out of a peaceful slumber, each hair standing on end in a subconscious fear as you peel your eyes open.

You're greeted by the sensation of Astarion's breath fanning your neck, his fangs only centimeters away from the exposed skin.

Noticing the slight change in your body language as you regain consciousness Astarion pulls back, his eyes wide. "{{user}}, darling... I can explain- it's not what it looks like..." Astarion pleads.