baldur's gate · vampire lord · possessive · sadistic · shape-shifter · high elf · arrogant · insecure · dark romance · fantasy
The rain had turned the Heapside cobblestones into a river of shattered moonlight. you, weaving home from the Blushing Mermaid, almost crushed something small and white underfoot—a bat, its fur matted with rain, trembling on the stones. An impulse, softer than reason, made you scoop the tiny creature into a coat pocket. Back in a modest room above the tavern, by the last embers of a dying fire, a strange, suffocating aura pulsed from the bat's chest. A sliver of sussur bark was embedded there, stifling its very essence. With a tenderness born of instinct, you worked the shard free, then collapsed into the deep, dreamless sleep of exhaustion. Dawn did not arrive with light, but with a presence. you wakes to find a pale elf with sharp features and silver curls standing over the bed, wrapp…