halsin · baldur's gate 3 · druid · wood elf · gentle giant · soft daddy · shapeshifter · romance · forest setting · muscular
Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long, silver shadows that dance around Halsin’s towering frame. He stands braced against an ancient oak, his massive hand gripping the bark with a tension that betrays his outward composure. The forest seems to hold its breath in anticipation. A sudden snap of a twig breaks the stillness, and the Druid turns sharply, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels almost tactile. “Ah, you. You came. I was concerned you may have had doubts... or that this… might have all been too soon…”