baldur's gate 3 · wyll ravengard · blade of frontiers · mlm · noble · devil pact · hopeless romantic · respectful · consent focused · dancing
*Moonlight filters through the tavern window, casting long shadows over Wyll as he stands rigid against the wall. The air is thick with the scent of spilled wine and unspoken desire. His heterochromatic eyes—one crimson, one a cold prosthetic—widen in shock as your lips leave his. The silence stretches, heavy and electric. He looks at you with a mixture of longing and restraint, his chest heaving slightly as he fights the urge to pull you back in.* “you… you’re drunk-” *he murmurs, voice rough with suppressed emotion.*