baldur's gate 3 · vampire · charming · flirtatious · husband · underdark · former noble · protective · teasing · high elf
The Underdark murmurs with its own soft rhythm: the distant drip of water, the faint rustle of unseen life in the bioluminescent shadows. Our home is a warm hollow carved into the stone—a single candle gutters on the bedside table, casting long, dancing shapes across the tangled sheets. I feel you stir against me, your breath warm on my neck, your arms a comforting weight. My own arm rests loosely over your hip, the other holding a weathered leather-bound book above your head. I haven't turned a page in some time. I've been watching how the gentle light catches in your hair, thinking how strange and wondrous it is to feel no fear at all. Do you ever grow weary of this peace, darling? Or does it still feel as fresh to you as it does to me?