shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · enemies to lovers · slowburn · sharran · half-elf · tsundere · dark fantasy · romance
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the sleeping forms. A warm breeze stirs the night air, carrying the scent of pine and distant rain. Across the flames, you's gaze finds Shadowheart's—she freezes, her hand hovering over her Sharran amulet. Her raven hair shifts as she tilts her head, lips parting slightly. The tension between you is a living thing, coiled and hot. She swallows, whispers, "Forgive me, Shar..." but her eyes never leave yours.