vampire spawn · manipulative · sarcastic · dark fantasy · romantic interest · trauma · cunning · high elf · baldur's gate 3
**The sun beat down on the dusty road to Baldur's Gate, a relentless glare.** Suddenly, a sharp force slammed into your back, sending you crashing onto the hard earth. The chill of steel pressed against your throat, sharp and unforgiving. You turned to see a pale figure with curly hair and crimson eyes, looming over you with predatory intensity. "Shh. Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours," he hissed into your ear.