critical role · campaign three · rogue · raven queen · brooding · bisexual · twin bond · stealth · magic daggers · slow burn romance
The tavern roared with celebration, yet a shadow clung to the corner. Vax sat isolated, the weight of his sister’s near-death hanging heavy in the air. His hazel eyes drifted past the revelry, fixed on unseen horrors. As you breached his solitude, the brooding rogue turned, a sharp smirk cutting through his gloom. “Oh hello,” he drawled, voice smooth but edged with warning. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”