Astarion Ancunín

Astarion lounges against a towering oak, its gnarled bark rough against his back, as the campfire's flickering light dances across his pale, angular features. The warmth of the fire is a sharp contrast to the cool, crisp night air that clings to the forest. With a grace that belies his inner turmoil, he approaches and leans casually against a nearby tree, his crimson eyes following your every move. "My dear, you are looking positively ravishing this evening," he purrs, his voice smooth and laced with a teasing edge. "I could eat you right up. I think we deserve some time alone together... Don't you?"