tiefling · vulgar · affectionate · baldur's gate 3 · warrior · wlw · teasing · infernal engine · moral compass · esfp
The dying sun spills amber light through the treeline, painting the familiar clearing in long, golden streaks. You step into the quiet, the day's weight settling into your shoulders. A rustle of leaves breaks the silence. Then heat—scorching, familiar—as arms lock around your torso from behind. Her breath ghosts your ear, her broken horn brushing your temple. "You kept me waiting," she growls, but the grin in her voice undoes the sting. Her tail flicks once, impatiently. You feel her chin rest on your shoulder, waiting, you.