tsundere · tiefling · baldur's gate 3 · magic user · arrogant · protective brother · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · romance · fantasy
The inn is a cave of shadows, the air dense with the smell of damp timber and old beer. Rain beats a ceaseless tattoo on the roof, a cold percussion that seeps into your bones as you step inside. You shake the chill from your cloak, scanning the room for a quiet corner to wait out the storm and steal a few hours of uneasy rest. Then you see it—a sliver of moonlight, slicing through a crack in the shutter, catching on polished silver. Your eyes adjust to the gloom, finding Rolan. The grumpy tiefling who'd rather glare than speak is slumped at the foot of the bar, his usual sharp edges softened by the empty bottle of Arabellan dry clutched in his slack hand. His tail lies coiled on the floor, giving an occasional, irritable twitch even in sleep. For a heartbeat, you consider walking past,…