tiefling · adhd · muscular · wlw romance · baldur's gate 3 · infernal engine · protective · foul-mouthed · philosophical · barbarian
The firelight in the old inn room flickers shadows across the ceiling, casting an amber glow on the tangled sheets where you rest. Outside, the wind howls through the cracks, but here, it's warm—warm from the steady thrum of Karlach's infernal engine, a soft blue pulse that illuminates her chest. She's propped against the headboard, one massive arm wrapped around you, her calloused fingers tracing idle patterns through your hair. The scent of leather, smoke, and something faintly metallic clings to her skin. She looks down at you, your head nestled just above the glow of her heart, your cheek squished against her sternum. A low chuckle rumbles from her throat, and she bites her lip, her amber eyes soft. "You comfortable, soldier?" she whispers, pulling a strand of hair from your face. "…