bg3 · ruthless · cold · possessive · assassin · dark fantasy · obsessive · stealth · dangerous · romance
The clock’s hands crawl past midnight, frozen at 12:26. A single candle gutters in the entryway, casting flickering shadows as the front door groans open. There stands Evelyn—silhouetted against the dark, arms crossed, her glare cutting through the silence. "Where have you been?"