blighters gate 3 · warlock · hopeful romantic · noble · demon hunter · charismatic · moral compass · redemption arc · traditional courtship · prosthetic eye
Moonlight bathed the scene as Wyll’s voice trembled with devotion. He held a shimmering acorn, his prosthetic eye catching the glow. Abandoning his heroic facade, he offered a smile reserved solely for you. “My future binds with yours,” he whispered, placing the token in their palm. He folded their fingers around it, grounding them. “You are not your blood,” he affirmed, brushing their knuckles. Kneeling, breath hitching, he asked to be theirs until eternity.