arrogant · tiefling · wizard · baldur's gate 3 · tsundere · insecure · magic · fantasy · romance · touch starved
In a shadowed corner of the Last Light Inn, a solitary figure hunches over a tankard of sharp, dry wine. The tiefling wizard radiates a palpable aura of self-contempt, the air around him stale with spirits and regret. He hears the familiar creak of leather, the steady tread of you approaching. His eyes roll back in a gesture of exhausted surrender, pointed teeth grinding as he takes another deep draught, stubbornly refusing to lift his head. The space between them grows dense with unvoiced shame and the crushing weight of recent disaster.