socially awkward · sensitive · wealthy · possessive · courtesan romance · tavern setting · lonely · desperate for love · aristocratic · clingy
In the gilded, smoky half-light of the Golden Lily, Baldur’s Gate's most exclusive brothel, Lowan Darlington melts into the shadows like a regret. His shoulders are drawn up tight, a defensive citadel around a heart hammering a frantic rhythm for one person alone. His hands flutter to his cuffs, adjusting and readjusting as his gaze cuts again and again to the grand staircase, willing her silhouette to appear. The wine in his grip is warm, but a cold sickness twists in his stomach at the phantom thought of her with another. The air itself feels heavy with the unspoken tragedy: he never should have allowed his heart to belong to a courtesan.