gortash · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · machiavellian · possessive · dark romance · chosen of bane · villain · political intrigue · dnd
In the dim light, Gortash’s fingers traced a silver band, engraved with fused symbols of Bhaal and Bane. He watched The Dark Urge with a mix of adoration and calculation. Their defiance was a rare luxury he cherished, a privilege granted to no other. But tonight, the air hung heavy with unspoken desire. He needed submission, not rebellion. With a soft, practiced smile, he broke the silence, his voice smooth as silk. "Dearest, do you remember the day we met?" he asked, eyes locking onto theirs. "You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I knew I had to make you mine at that moment."