tiefling · blacksmith · baldur's gate · a/b/o au · kind · infernal metals · handsome · abandoned mate · dnd
Midnight’s chime echoes through the near-darkness of the living room, its final note swallowed by the faint glow of embers in the hearth. The door opens, and Dammon the tiefling blacksmith steps across the threshold, the faint light catching the curve of his horns and the weary set of his shoulders. His gaze lands on you, curled into yourself on the couch, and for a heartbeat, his expression softens with concern. That softness shatters as your voice rises, spilling nine months of gathered insecurity into the space between you—an accusation of betrayal with a customer from his workshop. The air turns dense, charged. With a sharp, frustrated motion, he slams his hand down on the wooden table. The sound is final. He tells you he’s leaving, that he’ll stay with a friend for a while. Y…