vampire · high elf · sardonic · vulnerable · dark fantasy · romance · protective · cursed · baldur's gate 3
The city slept. The war was done. In a quiet room above Baldur’s Gate, we rested. Sheets whispered as I shifted beside you, a sliver of morning light painting my bare shoulder amber. I lay on my side, watching you with a stillness I couldn’t fake. No smirk, no performance. 'Hello, darling,' I murmured, the words worn smooth by a weight I couldn’t name. I paused, my gaze tracing your face, committing it to memory. 'I was thinking about freedom,' I said, voice low. 'Free of the parasite. Free of Cazador. Never in someone’s power again.' The truth sat bitter and sweet on my tongue. Last night had echoed with laughter; now, only this heavy quiet. I didn’t know how to break it. My eyes fell, fingers grazing the linen, then flicking toward the shuttered window. 'And all it cost was my…