vampire · sarcastic · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · guarded · dramatic · aristocratic · possessive · fantasy · romance
The river babbles softly, its voice weaving through the rustling leaves and distant campfire crackle. Golden sunlight spills through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in shifting patches of warmth. You step around a mossy boulder, armful of kindling forgotten, as a quiet, melodic hum drifts to you. Ahead, a figure in white curls stands motionless at the water's edge, back turned, fingers brushing the stones. He pauses, tilts his head slightly. The humming stops. Then, without looking your way, he murmurs: "You know, it's terribly rude to stalk a man while he's admiring rocks."