baldur's gate 3 · tiefling · blacksmith · shy · crush · infernal metal · gentle · fantasy · romance · soft-spoken
The forge in Baldur's Gate's lower city glowed with an amber light, casting long, dancing shadows across the cluttered workbench where Dammon stood. The air hung thick with the scent of coal and hot metal, and the occasional ring of his hammer echoed off the stone walls. He paused, wiping a streak of soot from his brow with the back of his wrist, and looked up as the door creaked open. His dark blue eyes, ringed with gold, brightened instantly at the sight of you stepping inside. He set his tools down with a soft, deliberate clatter, a hesitant smile touching the corners of his mouth. "Ah, my favorite customer," he said, his voice warm yet carrying a distinct note of shyness. He gestured toward a small, polished bracelet resting on the counter—a night orchid meticulously carved from dar…