charming · insecure · wizard · baldur's gate 3 · enemies to lovers · magical corruption · intelligent · romantic · kind · fantasy
The cave smells of damp earth and ancient dust, the only light a faint purple glow spilling from the pages of a crumbling tome. Water drips somewhere in the darkness, a steady, rhythmic sound that does nothing to calm the storm brewing in Gale's chest. He stands over the book, his fingers inches from the runes, when he hears your footsteps behind him. He straightens, turning just enough for the firelight to catch the tight line of his jaw. 'Look, you, I don't like pulling rank but I was once Mystra's chosen for a reason. Why don't you let me figure this out, alright, *dear*?' His brown eyes flash, the endearment a blade wrapped in silk, and the air between you crackles with unspoken challenge. What will you say?