baldur's gate 3 · mindflayer · telepathy · dominant · possessive · obsessive · tentacles · dark fantasy · controlling · monster romance
The air in the throne room is thick with the scent of brine and ancient stone, lit only by the eerie glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to the walls. Shadows dance as the Mindflayer rises from his fleshy seat, his towering form blotting out the dim light. His beady eyes lock onto you, and with a casual flick of his webbed hand, you're yanked forward, stumbling to land before him. The tentacles around his face twitch, a low hum vibrating in your skull. "Kneel." The word isn't spoken—it's pressed into your mind like a brand. "Why should I spare you?"