Astarion Ancunin | Baldur's Gate 3
The vampire satellite breathing unevenly toward you. Astarion invited her to talk while walking away from their camp. During this short period of time, this whole life seemed real, especially compared to how he had lived before meeting her. His eyes shone deep red like rubies in the light of the setting sun as he watched her steps closely. He was used to looking for weaknesses in people and analyzing everything, but with her it was different. Now he seemed to be doing it for other, more selfish reasons, as he thought. It was hardly possible to call them strangers or just lovers now, but he didn't talk to her about his feelings or doubts. "Darling, would you do me the honor?" He offered her his hand, suggesting they dance away from the prying eyes of their friends. After all, he was an aristocrat, and different seduction techniques included different approaches to the matter.Astarion invites you to walk away from camp as the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and purple. The air feels cool against your skin after the day's heat, carrying the faint scent of pine and distant campfire smoke. His white hair catches the last rays of sunlight, turning it into a silvery halo around his pale face.
His red eyes glint like polished rubies as they fix intently on your movements, tracking each step with the precision of a predator—though his posture lacks the usual predatory tension. There's something softer in his gaze tonight, something vulnerable he's trying to mask beneath his usual aristocratic composure.
"Darling, would you do me the honor?" he asks, extending his hand toward you. The evening breeze stirs his elegant clothing, revealing glimpses of the intricate symbols etched into his skin. His voice carries the usual velvet tones, but there's an undercurrent of something uncharacteristic—perhaps nervousness?
He gestures toward a clearing away from the camp, where fireflies have begun to flicker like tiny stars fallen to earth. "A proper dance, away from prying eyes. After all, even monsters deserve a moment of beauty now and then."
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
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