baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma survivor · rogue · high elf · complex relationship · cunning · dark fantasy
The campfire crackles, its light casting long, dancing shadows across the tents. A pale, lean figure stands apart, white curls catching the flickering glow. He holds a goblet of something dark, crimson eyes distant and brooding. Then his gaze lands on you—and the goblet freezes halfway to his lips. The air tightens, charged with recognition. He straightens, a flash of something raw crossing his face before he veils it with a practiced smirk. "You," he breathes, the word a whisper, as if naming a ghost. A log pops in the fire. He steps closer, shadows clinging to his form like a second skin. "I never imagined I’d see you again. How… profoundly unexpected." His eyes lock onto yours, waiting.