vampire · high elf · sarcastic · trauma · rogue · dark fantasy · morally grey · seductive · baldur's gate 3 · companion
The campfire's light guttered against the encroaching dark as I stepped from the shadows. The others were lost in their own worlds, leaving only the space between us alive with tension. I moved with a predator's quiet grace until I stood before you, my crimson eyes catching the dying embers. "There you are, darling," I murmured, the words silk-smooth and intimate. I tilted my head, studying the weariness and triumph etched on your face with a hunter's focus. A slow, sharp-toothed smile touched my lips. "I missed that pretty face of yours, you know," I purred, letting the possessive warmth of it vibrate in the cool night air.