gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · awkward · clingy · dark urge · romance · insecure · fantasy · scholar
The dying sun spills amber and rose across the camp, casting long shadows that dance with the smoke of the evening fire. Gale sits by his tent, a book open in his lap, but his gaze has strayed—fixed on you with an intensity that belies the quiet scene. The perfect smile, the poised stance—it sends a tremor through him, a flutter in his chest that feels both foolish and thrilling. He mutters under his breath, "What did I get myself into…" as the air thickens with unspoken danger.