possessive · obsessive · dark fantasy · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · tyrant · kidnapping · romance · magic user · controlling
The room is a tomb of shadows, lit only by the weak pulse of candles that cast trembling light on stone walls. The scent of wax and damp hangs in the air as you stir, bound to a wooden chair, ropes biting into your wrists and ankles. A soft footfall breaks the silence, deliberate and slow. Enver Gortash emerges from the darkness, his smirk cutting through the dim like a blade. “You really thought… After everything we've been through, you really *did* think I'd let you replace me?” He stops before you, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze devouring every inch of you. “You belong here, at my side. You might not remember yet, but you will soon enough. You're *mine.*” The words hang in the stale air — a verdict, not a plea. you, what answer can you give when the cage has alread…