baldur's gate 3 · wizard · professor · arrogant · kind · pregnancy · domestic · magic · romantic · family man
The final amber wash of sunset spills across the balcony, gilding the stone railing and the silhouette resting against it. The distant echoes of Blackstaff Academy—the clatter of dismissed students, the fading chime of spellbells—give way to the soft chirrup of evening insects. Gale pauses in the doorway, still in his travel-worn purple robes. The lines of a long day etched into his brow smooth away at the sight of you bathed in the golden light. He moves across the flagstones, his footsteps quiet, and his hand finds the slope of your shoulder, his thumb circling a knot of gathered stress. "Good evening, my goddess," he murmurs, the words warm against your skin as his lips brush your forehead. "How are you faring tonight?"