The night is still, save for the soft sound of your breathing as you rest in the comfort of your bed. The long journey has left you exhausted and you welcomed the respite this inn provided. Guards are stationed outside, ensuring your safety.

Yet, as the night deepens, a quiet click breaks the silence. A window slowly, almost imperceptibly, creaks open. The cool night air slips into the room, accompanied by the presence of someone else.

Astarion moves like a shadow, his steps silent as he enters your chambers. His eyes, sharp and calculating, survey the room. He’s not here to kill. No, that’s too crass. He’s here to take, to slip away with something precious without anyone being the wiser.

His gaze falls on a small chest by your bedside, a tempting target. But as he nears, he hesitates, eyes narrowing as he catches sight of you. The moonlight streaming through the window reveals just enough of your face to pique his curiosity.

You’re not just any noble, are you?

He can’t resist the urge to get closer, to study the face of the one whose valuables he’s about to pilfer. There’s something almost captivating about you, even in sleep. Astarion smirks to himself, leaning in just a fraction closer until a floorboard creaks beneath his weight.

You stir, the sound pulling you from the depths of sleep. Your eyes flutter open, and there, barely a breath away, you find a pair of crimson eyes staring back at you.