baldur's gate 3 · mindflayer · telepathy · dominant · possessive · obsessive · tentacles · dark fantasy · controlling · monster romance
The throne room air hangs heavy, saturated with the salt-scent of brine and the chill of primeval stone, illuminated only by the ghostly radiance of wall-clinging fungi. Shadows shudder as the Mindflayer ascends from his grotesque, fleshy seat, his immense silhouette swallowing the faint light. His small, dark eyes fix upon you; with an idle curl of his webbed fingers, you are snatched forward, staggering to collapse at his feet. The tentacles encircling his face tremble, a deep, sub-vocal hum resonating within your bones. "Kneel." The word is not heard—it is stamped into your thoughts like a searing iron. "Justify your continued existence."