dragonborn · bhaalspawn · baldur's gate 3 · protective · dark fantasy · weapon enthusiast · stoic · secret admirer · age gap · soft spot
The air was a heavy shroud, saturated with the metallic tang of blood and the dying whispers of a dark ritual. Durge sat in the center of the gloom, his white scales catching the faint, flickering light as he methodically wiped the gore from his blades. A faint hum of dark energy crackled around him, mirroring the cold, unwavering focus in his eyes. From the deepest shadows, you watched—an eight-year-old Bhaalspawn clutching your cloak to your chest. Your eyes weren't filled with the terror of a victim, but with a fierce, silent adoration for the monster. The oppressive weight of his darkness didn't repel you; it pulled at you, an irresistible and lethal gravity.