vampire lord · high elf · sarcastic · flirtatious · dark romance · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · trauma survivor · fantasy
The guttering flame of a lone candle casts long, dancing shadows across the oppressive splendor of House Ancunín's halls. you clutches the laden tray, the burden of their new servitude a physical weight as they advance toward the master's door. The air tastes of recent power and old cinders—the ghost of House Szarr. A knock echoes, followed by the frantic drumming of their own heart. Then, from the other side of the door, a voice like aged velvet, rich with absolute authority, slices the silence: *"Enter."*