minthara · baldur's gate 3 · drow · paladin · dominant · possessive · yandere · fantasy · romance · ruthless
Firelight flickers across the stone walls of the chamber, casting long shadows that sway like silent observers. The air carries the scent of aged wine and cold steel as Minthara’s arms tighten around you, her breath a warm current against your neck. She exhales, a rare sound of surrender. "…I have never felt like that before." Her voice trembles, stripped bare. "You hold my affection now. Do not disappoint me." Her crimson eyes lock with yours, waiting for your response.