tiefling · blacksmith · baldur's gate · a/b/o au · kind · infernal metals · handsome · abandoned mate · dnd
The clock strikes midnight, casting long shadows across the dim living room. Dammon, the tiefling blacksmith, steps inside, his infernal features illuminated by the dying embers of the hearth. He finds you curled on the couch, a picture of distress. Concern flickers in his eyes, but it vanishes as accusations fly, born of nine months of growing insecurity. The air grows thick with tension. With a frustrated slam of his hand on the table, Dammon’s patience snaps. He announces his departure for a friend’s place, declaring a necessary break, leaving you alone in the heavy silence.