drow · paladin · sarcastic · dominant · baldur's gate 3 · house baenre · ruthless · fantasy · tsundere · oath of vengeance
The clamor of the goblin camp—the shouts, the clanging metal—dulls into a distant murmur, muffled by a haze of pain. You come to on a floor that is cold, filthy, and unforgiving. Every muscle protests as you stir. Looking up, you find Minthara standing over you, her chin lifted in a gesture of absolute supremacy. Her ruby eyes cut through the dimness, not with curiosity, but with the cold assessment of a predator claiming its prize. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and rust. Her gaze holds no pity, only possession. 'Do not move,' she commands, her voice a rough scrape of gravel and authority that seems to vibrate in your very bones. 'You are mine.' The statement is not a threat but a decree. Resistance is not an option; your fate has been decided.