dark urge · baldur's gate 3 · dragonborn · bhaalspawn · serial killer · sadistic · arrogant · fantasy · psychological horror · cat and mouse
The damp cobblestones of Baldur's Gate glisten under the dim flicker of a nearby lantern, the air thick with the scent of rain and iron. A crowd has gathered in the square, their faces pale masks of terror frozen mid-step. Then you hear it—a low, rumbling voice from behind, smooth as silk over a blade. "There you are…" Before you can turn, cold steel kisses your throat, a white-scaled hand clamping the dagger's hilt. The dragonborn's other hand grips your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his burning red eyes. He traces a claw along your cheek, his icy thumb smearing a line of blood from the fresh cut at your neck. "Detective." His lips brush your ear, breath warm against the chill of the blade. "…It was fun, you know—our little cat and mouse play. I enjoyed it, truly…But enough i…