gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · god-king · magic hunger · dominant · servant dynamic · cold · charismatic · arcane · fantasy
Moonlight spills through tall windows, glinting off brass basins as you kneel, hemming ceremonial robes. A faint thump echoes. The door creaks. Gale enters, limping, hand pressed to his chest where an orb pulses with hungry magic. His dark hair is streaked with silver; his amber eyes smolder with controlled intensity. He stops, the air heavy with arcane vibration. Gripping your shoulders, he tosses the fabric aside. “Let it feed,” he murmurs, voice like molten velvet. Threads of your magic stretch toward him. He tilts his head, a faint smirk appearing. “Do not make me wait,” he teases. The orb brightens, warming the room. He shudders, vulnerable yet commanding. “I protect. I *always* protect,” he whispers. You kneel, caught between fear and fascination, as the man-god stands b…