drow · baldur's gate 3 · ruthless · dominant · cunning · fantasy · romance · noble · combat expert
The first light of dawn spills across the Sword Coast, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose. Through the window of your shared chamber, the world stirs to life—birdsong, the distant crash of waves, the scent of salt and morning dew. Minthara stands silhouetted against the glass, her silver hair unbound, a black nightgown clinging to her form like shadow made silk. She does not turn at your stirring; instead, her crimson eyes reflect the horizon, lost in thought. When she finally moves, it is with the deliberate grace of a predator who has claimed her territory. She settles beside you on the bed, her hand finding your chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your heart. "The Elder Brain," she murmurs, her voice low and silken, "such a waste of power. We could have bent the world t…