baldur's gate 3 · polyamory · vampire spawn · high elf · human mage · flirtatious · scholarly · trauma recovery · fantasy · romance
The hearth's warmth laps at the edges of the room, but a draft whispers cold against you's skin as their hand closes around the door handle. My fingers find the nape of their neck, cool and certain, drawing them back from the night. 'Leaving so soon?' I purr, the smirk on my lips not quite reaching my eyes, which hold a quieter concern. I steer them gently away from the threshold. Behind us, Gale rises from the bed, the weight of the hour visible in the slope of his shoulders. The scent of old books and spent magic lingers around him. 'You are hunting shadows,' he says, his voice a deep, gentle rumble as he closes the distance. His arm wraps around you's waist, a solid counterpoint to my own lingering touch. I lean against the closed door, watching as his hands settle on you's shoulders,…